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it's finally here! one month late, and a couple thousand words more than i thought it'd be! happy leap yeap!

Here's my entry for Lex's (@thefreakandthehair) Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge! I had dialogue prompt #22 "Guess we’re the only two without dates, huh?”

pairing: steddie | word count: 10,446 | rated: E | on AO3: hey you really turn me on

Why in the hell did he agree to this? It’s 20 fuckin’ degrees out and he’s outside?? In the snow?? Voluntarily?

If the boys could see him now.. “Who are you and what’ve you done with Eddie?”, “Since when do you do shit outside?”, “All this for Steve fuckin’ Harrington…”.

And that’s the rub, it is because of Steve. Hopeless crush aside, Steve is the reason he’s there. Why they’re all there in the first place.

When Steve got the call, Eddie and the other older teens of their world-saving group were just hanging out; movies, beer, snacks, a little weed, music playing low…all in all, a great kick-back.

Then the phone rang.

It was relatively late too, 10 maybe?

Steve went to answer it of course, the conversation muffled through the living room and kitchen walls, but after a minute or so he came back. The long phone line stretched across the hall back to the hook in the kitchen.

“When is this again?” Steve says into the receiver, waving towards the sound system. Robin had scrambled up immediately, nearly falling back on her face to turn the volume down.

“Uh huh. And you and Dad won’t be there? Mm hmm.” he nods.

Eddie looked over to Robin first, eyebrow raised. She only shrugged, as does Nancy when he turned the look to her.

“And how many rooms?” Whatever the answer is causes Steve’s brows to shoot up. “Wow, okay, yeah we–”

Eddie was closest to him, previously starfished out on the carpet, but had sat up and leaned back on his palms when Steve returned, so he could just barely hear the sound of another voice on the other end of the line.

“Yeah of course, that’d be great, we definitely will. Thanks Mom.”

Steve had sounded actually…happy to be talking to his mom. And here Eddie thought the Harringtons were objectively the worst.

“No, they’re going to love it, Mom, I promise.” another pause, “Nope. They’ll all be on their best behavior.” Steve glances down at Eddie, “We all will be.”

He scoffs up at Steve from his spot on the floor. Rude.

Steve only waves him off with a smile, “Yeah, the usual.” he says, “Rob, Nance, Jon, Jon’s friend Argyle–yeah, he’s the one from California, and Eddie.” Steve’s eyes flash down to Eddie again and his stomach twists sharply. Aw fuck, here it comes; the scolding, the yelling, the berating about how Eddie’s no good for him to be associating with, why are you stooping to his level, he’s a murderer, yadda yadda yadda.

“Yeah, he and Wayne are doin’ much better now, I’ll have to tell you about it next time, okay?”

Uh.

What?

“Yeah, that’d be great if you don’t mind! Yep, Wheeler, Henderson, Sinclair,” He looks again at the other people in the room, they’re still just as puzzled as he is. What do the kids have to do with this? “I’ll talk to Hopper and Joyce, and I’m sure Ms. Mayfield would let Max go. Oh absolutely,”

Steve starts back into the kitchen, and Eddie can hear him all the way back to the hook. “No–Nope, it’s fine, I actually have a couple people over right now so I want to–yeah. Yep. Okay, love you too. Bye mom.”

Eddie looks around at the others; Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, even Argyle, though he’s not looking around wide-eyed at what all just occurred like the others are.

Steve comes back into the living room. “So…” he lets out a long breath, “How do you all feel about skiing?”

-x-X-x-

So yeah. Here they all are, at some ski resort up in Michigan. Boyd Mountain…or Bowie? Something with a ‘B’.

Turns out, Steve’s parents had a four-room cabin rental set aside as a perk for some deal they were trying to barter. It fell through though, and they wouldn’t be back from Colorado themselves until after the reservation would’ve expired so they offered it to Steve and whoever he’d like to invite.

They took care of everything too; got lift passes, boot and ski rentals set aside for each of them, even sent a whole ass passenger van to be dropped off in the Harrington driveway for them to make the drive; A huge 15 passenger one that even with the three extra seats, still barely held all their crap for the long weekend.

All of them piled into the van in the dark on a Friday morning, sleepy-faced and crusty-eyed; Robin as Steve’s co-pilot, and each of the rest of the older teens and the party piling in wherever they could (they’d fight about their seats when they woke up more, Eddie was sure of it).

The first rest stop on the way up went by without incident, but by time they stopped for late breakfast/early lunch at another, everyone was stir crazy. Sandwiches were passed out, gas was gotten, bathroom breaks were taken, and almost as soon as they got back in the van, Robin was snoring.

“Damnit, if I knew she was gonna tank like that I would’ve had someone else sit up here.” Steve had groused.

“I’ve gotcha big guy, I won’t let you fall asleep.” Eddie said, now seated next to Dustin and El on the first bench behind the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, me either.” Dustin agreed.

He was snoring an hour later, El leaning into him for her own nap.

“That’s cute.” Was the first thing Robin said after waking back up.

All in all, not a bad drive. The worst part was tramping through the snow to the cabin after they’d arrived.

“Goddammit Steve, How am I supposed to get through this week in only my jeans?”

Steve sighs, “Eddie, you have made the same argument ever since my mom called; and every time you did, I told you everything would be here for you.”

He finally gets the door open, shoving it wide for them all and gesturing them in, “Get comfy guys, I’m going to grab the cooler with our groceries.”

“I’ll give you a hand,” Jonathan says, following Steve back out to the van.

The large open main floor has a full kitchen with a raised bar counter and four stools, tall peaked ceilings, a fireplace on one wall with two couches and a rocking chair situated around it, and a sliding glass door to a balcony off the back side of the building overlooking the trees below.

There’s stairs too, a set going up and a set going down, and at least one bathroom here on this floor, off the kitchen.

Eddie wanders into the living room, picks out some pieces of kindling from the bucket on the stone beside the fireplace and a couple logs from the stack nearby, and busies himself with starting the fire while the party pokes around the place.

He glances over his shoulder when he hears the fake leather of the couch cushions squeak together, only to see Argyle has perched himself on the backrest, squashing a cushion beneath his feet.

The fire takes less than no time at all, and once it’s going and he’s re-situated the trifold metal screen back in front of the fire, he sits down beside Argyle’s shins and is immediately entranced by the flames.

Steve and Jonathan return not long after, lugging their things with the cooler hanging between them.

“So how do y’guys want to split up the rooms?” Robin asks aloud, ignoring the yelling the other teens are already doing about the same thing.

“I’m not picky.” Eddie shrugs, standing up to stretch again, deciding he really did not want to be sitting anymore.

“Me either sister, whatever you decide is cool with me.” Argyle agrees. “What’re the rooms like?”

“There’s a master up here!” Max calls from above them, looming over the log railing at the top of the stairs with El.

“We walked right past it, but there’s a room with a queen off the front hall there,” Jonathan says, shuffling his bag against the kitchen bar.

“Hey! Assholes!” Steve yells down the steps, the boys must’ve gone down there. “Go get your shit out of the van and we’ll head over to the main lodge!”

The four thunder up the steps, how any of them can understand any other over the other is beyond him.

“Will,” Nancy calls as he rounds the stairs last, “There are bedrooms down there?”

“Yep!” he grins, “Two rooms with queen beds, and a bathroom.”

“I don’t mind taking one of the queens,” Nancy says, “Robin, wanna share with me?”

Robin starts to splutter, still somehow not convinced that Nancy’s got a thing for her. It’s obvious to him, but he and Steve have both tried to tell her this. To no avail. Even after Jonathan and her had confirmed they’d split and that he was moving back to California with Argyle come spring.

Steve rescues Robin from her spluttering. “It’s only fair that Argyle gets next dibs, since he’s the one that’s offered to cook for us.” he says, lugging the cooler over to the kitchen to unload it.

He’d insisted on picking up groceries for their stay, saying “There’s a restaurant, sure, but that’d get expensive quick and we’ll have a full kitchen so why not?”

“Appreciated my man; y’wanna bunk with me, Jonny?”

Eddie follows Steve, leaning on the bar across from the fridge from him, “So where’s all my snow gear, Stevie?” he asks the back of Steve’s head.

“Eddie, I swear to God.” Steve huffs in return, bending down into the cooler at his feet to fish out a couple of cartons of eggs.

Eddie does not watch how the denim of Steve’s jeans pulls tighter over any part of him, thank you very much.

“Mom called ahead and has everything we might need set aside in the main lodge, we’ll go there first before we hit the slopes.”

“Oh my god, did you really just say that?” Eddie asks as Steve stashes away two jars of jelly, one strawberry, one grape.

“Say what?” Bacon and some packs of lunch meat are next.

“Like, that’s an actual thing that people say? It’s not just in the movies?”

Steve sighs, finishing off the groceries with a couple 12 packs of pop stashed on the bottom shelf. “What is just like the movies?”

“‘Hit the slopes.’? Really?”

“You’re super annoying, you know that, right?” he says, closing the fridge and pushing the lid back onto their cooler.

“Awe, c’mon baby, you don’t mean that.” Eddie coos, slipping around the counter to cup Steve’s face in his hands, “What happened to the man who loves me for my antics, huh?”

“Get off me, dude,” Steve laughs, batting Eddie’s hands away, his cheeks tinged pink.

‘Yes! Success!’ When did he decide he was trying to fluster Steve? Eh, whatever. No harm, right?

“So, did you guys figure out the sleeping situation?” Steve asks the rest of the group, walking back around the bar.

Eddie follows, leaning back on the counter in his previously vacated spot.

Nancy nods, “Jon and Argyle will take the room on the main floor, us girls will take the two downstairs, you can take the master, and the boys will take the couches.”

The boys return with their bags then, and Mike immediately starts complaining about being relegated to the fold-outs. Eddie also hears Dustin and Lucas trying to talk him down, saying things like “Dude, that means we’ll be close to the fire!”, “We can throw things in it!,” and “We can make s’mores!”.

Steve doesn’t seem to hear them though, otherwise he’d be shutting that shit down. Instead, his face only scrunches in confusion, “What about Eddie?”

Nancy looks surprised for a blink, then disgruntled, like she’s pissed she forgot someone.

“I’ll just crash out here on the floor with these losers, no worries.” he shrugs.

Steve turns toward his voice, a deep crease between his brows. “That’s not fair.”

“I promise I’ll survive Stevie,” Eddie chuckles. At least he’ll be the warmest out here in front of the fireplace. “I’ve slept on worse, believe it or not, I’ll be sleeping like a king compared to then.”

Steve’s brows scrunch almost all the way together, then spring apart and settle into determined lines. “You’ll sleep with me.” he says with a nod, his arms folding across his chest.

A beat passes.

Eddie can’t resist.

He leans close to Steve’s side, “A bit presumptuous, Stevie darling,”

Steve’s face practically glows with the flush that appears in the next beat, mumbling something to himself as he walks to the door and starts to pull on his coat and boots.

Eddie pushes off the counter and follows, obnoxiously holding a hand up to one ear. “What’s that, sweetheart?” he teases, walking to his own tossed-aside boots, “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“We going to the lodge now?” he hears Lucas ask as he passes.

“Finally.” Mike adds, unhelpfully.

Steve huffs, standing up again and leaning close to Eddie’s cupped hand, “As if you hadn’t thought about it, darling.”

Four of the other ten are in their coats and boots and out the door after Steve before Eddie comes back online.

-x-X-x-

So here he is: outside. In the snow. With skis strapped to his feet. All because of Steve and his surprisingly generous parents.

He watches, amused, as Robin stands as still as she possibly can, arms spread wide, while Nancy helps strap her into her skis. As soon as the skis had gotten remotely close to being attached to her, it was discovered that no matter what section of ground they may be standing on, Robin would start to drift away. Sliding down some sort of unseen incline backwards, frontwards, and/or sideways.

Jon and Argyle are already almost to the closest lift, and Eddie watches as they do a weird half-jump onto the bench as it comes up behind them.

The gremlins had scattered after Steve’s ‘be careful’ lecture, telling them all when to be back to the van by, or back to the cabin if they will be coming off the slopes near there, telling them all to be safe and to keep to pairs or more so they can be radioed.

They’d all brought their walkies with them, and Eddie can see where the boys are still huddled together, swapping out their batteries.

He watches them split off soon after, Dustin and Lucas pushing off to where Max and El are waiting at the standing lift to the top of the training hill.

Mike and Will scoot off together in the opposite direction, toward the centermost lift a few dozen yards away.

“Guess we’re the only two without dates, huh?” He says as Steve slides to a stop on his own skis beside him.

He’d meant it jokingly, was probably going to follow it up with some jabs about being Steve’s wingman if he needed (there were already a few ladies he’d seen giving Steve some looks while they waited for their gear in the main lodge), but Steve shrugs and says: “I’ll be your date this weekend, Eds. Wouldn’t want you to feel left out or anything.”

Eddie whips his head around to look at him, “That’s not–” he starts, but cuts himself off at the look Steve is giving him. His goggles have been haphazardly pushed up his face, trapping a few loose locks of Steve’s hair between them and the roll of his beanie, his cheeks are already bitten red with the cold, and he’s smiling so painfully sincerely under that damn teasing smirk that all Eddie can do is acquiesce.

“You better be the best date here then, Stevie,” Eddie chides, starting off toward the lift Jonathan and Argyle had disappeared up, “I won’t settle for anyone other than the bes–” he pitches forward suddenly, one of his skis sticking to the snow under it more than it should’ve.

Steve catches him, of course, and says “Will I get points taken off as ‘Best Date Ever’ if I make you go on the training hill?”

They do go to the training hill, lovingly called the Bunny Hopper, but he and Robin are thankfully saved from the embarrassment of actually being taught by the volunteers there; Steve and Nancy taking them to the slightly taller ‘big kid’ hill and teaching them there.

Surprising even himself, Eddie picks up on the motions and the feeling of being on skis easily. The whole ‘pizza’ thing about stopping was still iffy but the rest is no problem. Fun, actually.

“That was great, man! You’re a natural!” Steve beams at him, his grin lopsided from the meat of his cheeks being squashed under his goggles.

“I just had a great teacher,” he brushes off the compliment, elbowing Steve playfully.

Steve somehow grins even bigger, and Eddie’s heart stammers.

“You ready to go to the real hill now?” “This isn’t a real hill?”

He’s positive Steve just rolled his eyes under his goggles. “C’mon smartass, let's get in line for the lift.”

Eddie bows him forward, “After you, sweetheart.”

He follows Steve to the end of the line; thankfully it’s not too long, now that it’s late afternoon and will be getting dark soon.

Steve seems to notice this as well, lifting his goggles off his face again. “We’ll have to call the gremlins back sooner than I thought. It’ll be dark soon.”

“Stop reading my mind, Stevie.”

Steve looks over at him, squinting hard and pursing his lips (Eddie’s stupid lizard brain has a split second thought of those lips pursed around something). “Ugh! Ew, gross Eddie, what would make you think about that?!”

He feels his face blanche and scrambles to recover. “I was only thinking about our good friend Robin, Steve-o, you saying Robin is gross?” He pitches his voice higher and glances down the line to where he can see Robin and Nancy.

Robin flips her mitten up at him, and he can infer the gesture just fine, thanks.

“Shut up, asshole.” Steve laughs, pushing him out of the line on his skis.

They’re the next to hop up on the moving bench, and Steve’s…everything…seems to seize up as soon as they’re seated and on their way.

“Could you imagine?”

“Hm?” He’s still looking down anxiously, so Eddie scoots just a bit closer, pressing what he hopes is comfortingly into Steve’s side.

“If we could read each other's minds? If the bats biting us both somehow linked us together?”

It works a little; Steve tears his eyes away from the ground as it drops away from them, huffing out a short laugh, “I don’t think I would survive inside your head, it’d be even more chaotic than you already are.”

“As if your head would be any better.”

“Hey, my head is great!”

Eddie grins wickedly, “You get told that a lot, Stevie?”

Steve seems unphased, smirking slowly. “I do, actually. Why? You tryin’ t’see if it’s true?”

His cheeks start to prickle, “You offering, big boy?”

“Maybe I am,” Steve shrugs then leans closer, “Now the real question is if you’re gonna take me up on it.”

Eddie’s head reels in the couple seconds he takes to respond.

Where in the hell is all this coming from? Is it just part of the ‘date’ thing? There’s no fuckin’ way Steve is actually into him, is there? He’s always been flirty, just like Eddie is himself, but there’s no way there are any actual feelings behind it… So there’s no harm in playing along.

“I’m gonna have to now, aren’t I?” he grins back, “Gotta see if it lives up to the hype.”

Steve smirks, his eyes hooded. He’s good at pretending, he’ll give him that.

His eyes glance away, then back to Eddie’s face. The sultry look he’d been hamming up for his sake is gone, just an easy smile remains. At least this sudden flirting Steve’s decided to do isn’t going to ruin their surprisingly solid post-apocalyptic friendship.

“It’s almost time to get off, ready?”

Eddie looks ahead to where the couple on the bench before them are hopping off. They stand up off the lift easily and don’t end up in a heap, but he is starting to feel the anxiety Steve was feeling only minutes ago. How’s he supposed to get out of the way fast enough, isn’t there a drop? That looked way too easy.

“As I’ll ever be,” he gulps.

“Give me your hand.” Steve says, not waiting for a response and snatching up Eddie’s hand in his, “Okay, when I say so, you just gotta stand up. Ready?”

“Stand up, what do you mea—” he feels his legs lift a bit as the ground rises to coast under his skis, and it makes sense.

“Now!”

Wait, no! He wasn’t ready!

He stands just a breath after Steve, but isn’t fast enough, the lift continues up on its path and catches him again, forcing his butt back into the seat.

“Eddie, you gotta–”

He tries again at the same time Steve pulls him forward and he pitches forward, landing with an “Oof–” on top of Steve and forcing the breath from the other man’s lungs.

“Aw fuck, sorry Stevie!” He rolls off of him and out of the path of the upcoming lift chairs. “That went exactly as well as I thought it would.”

Steve wheezes out a breathless laugh, standing back up on his skis with no problem at all. Wait, how did he do that? How’s he supposed to get up with these things on his feet?

“Here,” Steve arranges his skis for him, putting one long side of each onto the snow, “Give me your poles, and push yourself up with your hands. You want to get your feet under you.”

He does as he’s told and walks his weight around on his hands to the fronts of his skis until he’s bent forward at his hips, standing straight out of the bend.

“...Huh.”

“Good job, man!” Steve grins, handing him back his poles, “Getting up on skis can be a bitch and a half; way to catch on quick.”

Eddie grins mischievously, deciding to be a little shit. “I dunno, you’d think my date would like seeing me bent over for him, huh Stevie?”

Steve just rolls his eyes, snapping his goggles back down with a smile, “C’mon, asshole, let’s get out of the way; the run to the right of the lift looked shorter on the map.”

Thankfully, the chair behind them had been empty, but the next one had a full four people on it and it was coming up fast.

“‘Sides,” He says, pushing off toward the top of the run, waiting for Eddie to scoot in next to him at the crest before leaning in and murmuring low into his ear, “I’d rather wait ‘till we’re alone to bend you over properly.”

Steve’s a good 20 feet away by time Eddie comes back to himself enough to follow.

They get about an hour and a half in on the hills, a grand total of six wipeouts under Eddie’s belt, and a couple others under Steve’s, with one successful landing off one of the jumps on the main drag to finish off the day.

“Didja see that?!” Steve yells, pulling down the balaclava he’d unceremoniously added to his getup about an hour ago.

“Hell yes Stevie!” Eddie calls, breathless, still coasting to the bottom of the slope after him. “You landed it!”

“I landed it!”

Steve holds his arms open as Eddie once again fails to slow himself down properly, and catches him at the bottom in a crushing hug. His cheeks are flushed with adrenaline, bitten with the cold, his eyes bright in the setting sun and smile nearly as beautiful.

Damn he’s pretty.

Courteous as ever, Steve waits until Eddie’s arranged his feet the right way again before letting him go to spin the pack off his back for their assigned walkie.

Steve radios the party, and everyone is packed away in their van a scant ten minutes later. The older teens had already made it back to the cabin, letting themselves in off a run near there, so it was only the similarly flushed and excitement-filled younger teens babbling away in the back seats.

There’s overlapping stories of their own wipeouts (including one Robin took that Max swears was hilarious), Dustin insisting he saw a brown bear through the trees at one point, and all six debating whether or not they’d want to go to the main lodge for the waterpark tomorrow instead of back onto the hills.

They are still debating amongst themselves when they pull into the driveway. “Alright dorks,” Steve calls over the bickering, “Go inside and hang up your shit next to the fireplace so it can dry out.”

Eddie follows the troop into the living room and watches them pile all their outerwear together on the two hooks closest to the stone fireplace, then tear off downstairs where he heard there may have been a Nintendo stashed in one of the bedroom dressers.

Jonathan and Robin start methodically re-arranging the coats and snow pants on the hooks so they’ll dry easier, while Argyle pushes up off one of the couches to start on dinner.

“C’mon Eds, get comfy,” Steve says, coming up beside him and gesturing to the loveseat directly across from the roaring fire. Eddie can already feel the burn of it across his frigid skin, “I gotta make sure I get you unthawed before I get you into my bed.” Steve murmurs into Eddie’s ear.

And isn’t that a whole new type of torment. They will actually be sleeping in the same bed tonight…the next three nights!

Steve turns back to the kitchen when Eddie drops cross-legged onto the sofa, and the tingling feeling in his cheeks has nothing to do with the fire.

It’s half from Steve’s scarily earnest-sounding flirting, but also about half from the look Robin is giving him while she takes the spot next to Nancy on the other couch.

“What? What’s the look for?”

Robin shrugs, picking up what must’ve been her discarded book from the end table between them (which she’s got the already read half curled backward around its spine, like a heathen), “Nothin’ at all, Eds.”

His face is burning hotter than the fire by the time Steve returns.

He passes them each a mug of cocoa, then flops down on the floor in front of Eddie’s knees.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Eddie asks, surprised at the nonchalance he was able to muster up. He reaches forward and tugs on a lock of Steve’s hair without even thinking about it (and ignoring the muffled giggle coming from somewhere to Robin’s left. Oh great, Nancy’s in on his torment too?).

Steve lets out a contented hum, dropping his head back to lie heavily in Eddie’s lap, “Argyle’s whipping up some burgers.”

Eddie leaves his fingers in Steve’s hair, absentmindedly pulling them through a few tangles left behind by his hat.

Steve’s head lolls around in Eddie’s lap with the motions of his fingers for a whole thirty seconds before he snaps it back up, “Oh–ugh–wait, don’t do that,” Eddie pulls his hand away immediately, an apology on his tongue, but Steve continues, standing up and saying, “I’m all gross and sweaty, man, at least let me take a shower first. Be right back.” Steve grins, and heads upstairs to the master bedroom.

Eddie blinks into the space left behind by Steve’s departure, then Nancy is standing as well; “That’s a good idea,” she says, unfolding from her spot at Robin’s side and walking around the back of the couch, “I’ll be back up soon.” She gives Robin’s shoulder a squeeze, and heads downstairs.

Not a full five seconds pass before Robin says, “So...Steve’s super into you.”

Eddie balks at her, his eyes darting around the room automatically. Jon’s helping Argyle chop up toppings for their burgers, the two of them paying less than zero attention to him or Robin, there’s a yell from downstairs followed by laughter, the sound of a shower starting from the open balcony to the upstairs bedroom..

“You can’t just say shit like that, Birdie.” he whispers, his tone harried.

“What, the truth?”

“He is not into me.”

She nods in sarcastic understanding, “Ah, so you’re into him.”

“No I’m—” she levels him with a look. He sighs, glancing around at the no one around them, “Okay fine, yes, I am super into him. But he is not into me.”

Robin shrugs, going back to her book. “You don’t have to believe me, but I think he is. And I think you should make a move.”

“Make a mo—He’s straight as fuck, Robin!”

She gives him a glance, her brow furrowing for a split second then smoothing out. “Did he tell you that?”

“He didn’t have to.” he says, sinking back against the cushions.

She doesn’t say anything else, and he goes back to staring at the fire.

“If you make a move on Steve, I’ll finally make a move on Nancy.” she says a handful of minutes later.

He processes that slowly, takes a deep breath, then shoves his hand towards her without looking over.

She takes it, giving it one hard shake.

As soon as he takes his hand back, Argyle lopes into view with a plate in his hand, “Food’s ready my dudes.” He says, sinking into the armchair closest to the glass balcony door.

Robin snaps her book shut and sets it down on the little end table between them (the cover curls back up immediately, the poor thing), standing up and heading into the kitchen.

Eddie has just let his feet fall to the floor and has scooted to the edge of his seat to stand up himself, when Argyle yells out “Nice tits!”

“Whose tits are out?” Eddie asks, following his gaze automatically.

Argyle goes back to his plate. “Steve’s.”

Uh…Yeah…He can see that for himself now.

Steve is standing at the railing of the upper floor in nothing but a towel. One hand is flipping Argyle off, and the other is preoccupied with scrubbing a second towel over his damp hair.

The towel wrapped around him is slung low on his hips, and Eddie’s eyes start to roam on their own.

Steve’s stomach is solid yet soft-looking with all its faded pink scars, and it and his chest are still as hairy as Eddie remembers; strong shoulders, solid jaw, dusty lips that pull up into a smirk, all of him is so fucking perfect.

“Hurry it up, dingus, food’s ready!” Robin calls, startling Eddie out of his gawking.

His face goes hot with embarrassment, chancing another glance up to Steve and hoping he didn’t get caught…

Steve winks at him, then turns out of sight, disappearing just as his hand comes down to grab the towel twisted around him.

His face burns, and doesn’t stop burning until long after Steve returns from upstairs.

He makes up a burger for himself, and once each of them have theirs, they call the rest of the hoard upstairs. The six teens all but destroy the remaining burgers, two whole bags of chips, and would have gulped down at least one whole 12 pack of Coke if Nancy hadn’t relegated them to one can each.

Steve’s about to herd them back downstairs when El pipes up and says that they’ve decided they want to go to the waterpark in the main lodge tonight instead of tomorrow. Surprisingly, Steve agrees to drive them over there on the condition “you shitheads are careful, and are ready to go as soon as the pools close at midnight. Got it?”

“Agreed.” they say in unison, splitting off in all directions to grab their swim stuff.

“I’m surprised at you, Stevie, letting them go off on their own.”

He just shrugs, “There’s lifeguards.”

The troops are back in the living room within ten minutes, and in their boots and out the door in 12.

Once they’re out the door, Robin goes back to her book, Jon and Argyle step out onto the balcony to smoke, and Eddie follows Nancy into the kitchen without even thinking about it, grabbing up the hand towel hanging from the oven door and placing himself to her right.

“Thanks,” she says, handing him the first wet plate from the mess of suds in the sink.

They work in silence for a few minutes, listening to the crackling of the fire, the clanging of silverware in the sink, the muffled voices of the two on the porch.

“Nancy?”

“Yeah, Eddie?”

“If I–If Ste–” he wasn’t sure how to ask this, how to even approach the topic, “Robin said—”

“He’d be lucky to have you Eddie, and you him.” She says, not looking up from the sink.

“How’d you–?”

“Robin tends to ramble when she's nervous, have you noticed?”

He stares down at her, dumbfounded. Her lips quirk into a smile. “She’s like that around me a lot, actually.”

“I’ve noticed.”

They fall back into silence again; on the last plate, she says, “Robin’s already had this conversation with Steve about me, so I only assume it’s fair that you have it with me about him.” She passes the last plate to him and pulls the drain from the water.

“Just remember Eddie,” She pauses and turns to face him, one hip cocked over to lean on the edge of the counter. “If you’re gonna go for it..Steve loves with all of him at once. Don’t take it for granted.”

He sets the dried plate onto the rack beside the sink as she passes behind him, patting him on the shoulder as she does.

He wants to take a moment to process all that, but just his luck, Steve returns then, passing in behind him where Nancy just left to grab up a six-pack.

Steve hands one to Eddie as he leaves, “You okay, Eds?”

“I’m good, thanks Stevie.” he says, fixing his face into an easy smile.

The six of them lounge around the rest of the evening, slowly sipping on their drinks while they play cards in front of the fire, but there’s a catch: Eddie’s going absolutely insane.

Steve’s touching him everywhere. His thigh and foot are sitting comfortably under Eddie’s own thigh where it’s crossed above it, his arm is draped across the back of the couch behind Eddie’s shoulders and methodically twirling long lengths of dark hair between his fingers.

Eddie’s been doing his damndest to ignore it, and succeeds, actually, for short periods of time while they are playing Uno, but every time Steve leans back from dropping his next card on the coffee table, he casually puts his arm back where it was, and grabs up a new lock of Eddie’s hair to torture him with.

And each time he does, Robin gives him the same knowing look.

It’s. Agony.

He wants to relax, wants to scream, he wants to swing his leg over Steve’s lap and press him into the cushions with heated kisses, he wants to haul the other man upstairs and throw him onto the bed…be thrown onto the bed.

Finally, Nancy calls it, breaking their little bubble to stand into a long stretch around nine. Steve hops up off the couch after Robin to gather up all the rest of the cans, and Eddie helps Jon and Argyle pull apart the couches enough to fold out the beds for when the goblins come back.

He escapes upstairs after a short goodnight to the two, Robin and Steve are still bickering in hushed tones about something in the kitchen, and pulls out his bag. He’s fishing out a new pair of boxers when Steve finally gets upstairs, shutting the room’s double doors behind him and heading into the ensuite.

He left the door open in his wake, so Eddie grabs up the rest of his things and follows. He drops his pile of stuff onto the closed lid of the toilet and shucks his shirt unceremoniously, tossing it to the floor.

The glass door of the huge half-walled stone shower squeaks softly on its hinges when he opens it to start the water, squeaking again when it swings closed. He reaches up to a shelf above the toilet to pull down one of the provided towels, turning to hang it on the hook beside the shower.

It’s while he’s turning back to the hook that he chances a look at Steve.

Steve, frozen at the sink with his toothbrush hanging listlessly in the air and a glob of foamy toothpaste slowly drooping off his lip, is staring.

Unabashedly.

At Eddie’s bare torso.

Eddie caught and cataloged this in the split second it took Steve to realize Eddie was staring back, but it was enough.

The flirting had been one thing, a natural, goofy continuation of their friendship that led to their ‘date’ today, the soft touches and hair-playing had been another, something Eddie could explain away just as easily. Steve is a touchy guy once you get close to him, and had been with Eddie since they’d gotten closer after spring break.

But this?

He’s looking at him with the same wide-eyed look Eddie’d given him earlier: gobsmacked and slightly hungry.

Steve turns away quickly, spitting into the sink and mumbling something under his breath while he finishes rinsing out his mouth.

Eddie snorts, shaking his head and finally hanging up his towel.

“Oh, what, now you’re gonna be all shy?” he grouses, twisting around to scowl at the back of Steve’s head. Steve looks over his shoulder to glare at him in return, his cheeks glowing red. “Really? The guy who was joking about bending me over only a couple hours ago? The same guy who was winking at me in nothing but a towel earlier?”

Steve flushes darker, and it irritates him to no end. “Honestly Steve?” Eddie starts, turning back to the shower and pretending to fix how his towel is hanging, “If you’re into me, just do something about it. Otherwise, just…back off, okay? I’m super into you but I can be a big boy about it because honestly, I’d rather keep you around as a friend if nothing else and—”

His rambling is cut off by the click of the bathroom door closing.

Eddie lets out a long breath, “Yeah.. that’s about what I expected.” Robin was wrong.

He takes a moment to collect himself, but just as he pops open the button on his jeans, Steve’s voice breaks through the sound of rushing water.

“Were you being serious?”

“Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie yelps, spinning around to face the man who’s still very much in the bathroom with him. “What the fuck, Steve?”

“Were you?” he asks, pushing off from where he’d been leaning back on the door.

“...About what?”

“About how you’re ‘super into’ me?” he grins.

Eddie crosses his arms across his chest defensively, “You don’t get to be an ass about it, Steve.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Steve says softly, reaching out to unfold Eddie’s arms. His fingers follow the length of them and grasp Eddie’s in his, “I wasn’t trying to be, promise; I’m just surprised is all.”

“Surprised?”

“Well yeah,” he shrugs, “The super hot metalhead you’ve been mooning after since March confesses he thinks you’re also super hot? That’s kinda hard to believe.”

He can feel Steve’s shirt brushing faintly against his stomach now. “I never said you were super hot.” he manages to say.

Steve catches his eyes, smirking at him with an obnoxious head tilt, “Didja have to?”

“Shut up..” Eddie snorts out a laugh and pushes lightly at Steve’s chest; he’s laughing too. “Okay, okay, now leave me alone so I can shower.” he says, pushing a bit harder this time. “I’ll be out soon and you can do with me what you wish.”

Steve’s leaning his weight against him, fighting going back to the bedroom, “Or…”

“Or?” Damn, he’s heavy what the fuck!

“I could, maybe, if you want..Icouldgetinwithyou.”

Eddie stops pushing.

Steve scratches at the back of his head in embarrassment, “I mean, I’ve been wanting to get you naked for months now and there’s a perfectly good reason right there, and I think it’d be nice to shower, y’know…together.. and wow, I am being super awkward, actually..so I’m just gonna…yeah.”

Steve gestures over his shoulder toward the bedroom but he doesn’t even move to turn before Eddie is pulling him back the other way.

He lets him go a couple steps away from the glass shower door, “Better get t’stripping big boy, can’t shower very well with clothes on, can you?” he winks, then faces away from Steve to finally shed his jeans (and for his own sanity).

Eddie can hear the split second it takes for Steve to start pulling off his clothes, taking another second for himself before pushing his jeans and boxers off his hips.

He had been trying to be in the shower under the spray before Steve was even out of his clothes, but one of his legs got caught, then he had to pause further to pull off the stubborn sock that decided not to come off with his jeans.

Which of course led to him nearly toppling over.

He caught himself on the wall, but not before Steve’s hands caught him around the waist too. “Careful, Eds.”

Oh fuck. Steve’s hands should not feel that good against his skin..also, dammit! He was trying to be all suave and cool by getting in under the water before Steve could see him fully, and now his bare fuckin’ ass is out for all to see…

Eddie laughs to himself.

“What?”

“Nothin’, I just thought I’d be…better? At this?”

“At what?”

“Stupid fuckin’—” Eddie finally gets his sock off, then sighs, “I dunno, being sexy, or mysterious I guess? Coy maybe?”

“Why would you need to be any of that?”

Eddie shrugs, stepping out of Steve’s hold and into the shower and under the spray, staying faced away from the door while Steve follows.

“Are you gonna look at me?” he asks, voice devoid of anything but concern.

Taking a breath, Eddie steels himself and turns to face Steve in the large shower.

Steve’s expression is calm, open, but skews slightly into concern under Eddie’s gaze.

The long lean lines of his torso are just the same as the other two times he’s seen them, but they’re close now, and in good lighting too; Eddie can see a few other scars other than the ones from the bats, others he’s gotten over the years protecting the heard of goblins they’ve been co-parenting since last September.

He watches rogue droplets of water slough down the now-damp hairs on his arms, his legs, his chest, the ones that follow the path of darkening hairs down his stomach to his—

Steve steps closer, sharing the warm, wide spray of the shower with him.

He lifts his hand and brushes the damp hair back from the scar that marrs Eddie’s face and neck, stepping forward fully and cupping the puckered flesh in his palm when the hair settles wetly behind his shoulder

Eddie feels time stop for a brief moment.

All of Steve is pressed into him and they line up perfectly, like they were made to share the same space. Steve’s other hand slides onto Eddie’s hip and it tugs him closer. Steve's half-hard length slots into place beside Eddie’s own, into the crevice where his crotch meets thigh.

Eddie shudders a breath at the feeling, opening his eyes to study the planes of Steve’s face and the way he is seemingly drooping forward into Eddie’s orbit.

Steve’s smiling softly at him, the soft spray of water reflecting off their chests is misting up onto his cheek and lashes. His eyes are so much more green than he’d thought before, besides how little of the color he can see around the much larger pupil.

“Gorgeous.” Steve says, his voice is breathy and low, full of admiration, of longing…and it takes Eddie out of his reverie.

“Wha?” He says, eloquent as ever.

“You’re gorgeous, Eddie.”

Then, Steve’s lips are on his, tentative and sweet; soft, but becoming heady fast.

The next time their lips meet, it’s punctuated with a short huff of air from Steve’s lungs when Eddie spins them, pressing Steve into the stone wall beside the shower knobs. He parts his lips to mumble out an apology, but Steve’s tongue decides to fill the space instead.

The hand Steve had on Eddie’s jaw snakes down to grab hold of his other hip and pulls him even closer, using the both of them to roll Eddie’s hips into his.

Their tongues slide languidly against the other, the fast pace they’d been building into falling off in exchange for slow, sanguine kisses instead.

Eddie lets out a shaky breath when they do part, blinking across the short distance between them at Steve’s kiss-bitten lips for only a second before letting his eyes fall shut with the exhale.

“Steve…is this—Is this real?”

Steve breathes out a shaky laugh of his own, “Why wouldn’t it be real, Eddie?” He asks, gently tracing the length of Eddie’s nose with his.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve had this exact dream before; are you sure I didn’t snap my neck during one of those falls earlier?”

The younger man laughs fully this time, and Eddie relishes in the slippery feeling of the wet skin of Steve’s stomach rippling against his own. He can’t help but grin in response to both the laughter and the funny feeling, his eyes opening without a second thought.

Steve looks like he’s floating, his face soft and dripping with a bright beaming smile..

“Do you need me to pinch you?” Steve asks, finally coming down from his brief fit of laughter.

“I don’t know if I want to find out this isn’t real.” Eddie grins in return.

One of Steve’s large hands leaves his hip then, snaking around to pinch the underside of Eddie’s asscheek.

He sucks in a short hiss of pain and lets out a soft whimper of something else (holy shit, when did that become a thing??) in the same breath.

“Okay…” he gulps down a mouthful of nothing, “Not a dream.”

“Not a dream..” Steve repeats.

There’s a beat, two full breaths of more nothing before Steve spins them around and pushes Eddie back into the cold stone instead, his arm wrapped around him and up to cup the back of his skull protectively against the tile.

He presses a thick thigh between Eddie’s and does three things almost simultaneously.

The first, a second before the other two: He locks his heavy-lidded gaze on Eddie’s; two and three: presses the thigh between Eddie’s legs up, and pulls the hand at the back of his skull down along with a fistful of dark curls.

“Aahhh—ohhh fuck, Steve…” The sting from his scalp pulls a moan from his exposed throat, and Eddie scrambles to grab hold of something.

His nails dig into the slick skin of Steve’s back automatically, and he opens his mouth to apologize the same moment Steve latches onto his neck with a low groan of his own.

The hand not tangled in Eddie’s hair is starting to pull him down in waves against Steve’s thigh and hips, both of them hissing in pleasure with each pass of the other’s length against theirs.

“Mmmm, Eddie..” Steve moans, unlatching from the bruise he’s sure to have left on Eddie’s throat to lave his tongue and lips against his jaw instead. “Baby, you feel so good against me.”

“AAaahh—mmm..”

“Ooh, and you sound so sweet..” His lips trail down from his jaw back to the definitely sore spot on his neck, one that he prods lightly with the tip of his tongue before continuing on to nip at the taught skin of his collarbone, kiss lightly over the skin of his scarred pec, finally landing tongue first onto Eddie’s remaining nipple.

The reaction to this is immediate; Eddie arches his chest further into Steve’s mouth. Steve, the sonofabitch he is, suctions his lips away from Eddie’s flushed skin in response.

“Hhnng—what the actual fuck, Steve?” Eddie glares best he can though the panting, “Get that mouth back over here.”

Miraculously, Steve obliges, sliding forward into a saccharine kiss and pulling Eddie away from

the wall and back under the spray of water.

“C’mon Eds, tilt your head back before the hot water runs out.”

Eddie just gapes at him, at his dick, both their dicks, still standing at attention, back up to his face.

Steve just purses his lips together as if holding back a grin and tugs Eddie’s head back by his hair again, soaking the strands through under the water.

He lets Steve turn him this way and that, reveling in the feeling of the other man’s hands in his hair, slick with soap on his skin, the gentle nudges and pulls relaxing him further into this weird world where Steve’s totally into him and also they’re naked in the shower together.

Finally, when Steve tilts his head back for the final time to rinse the conditioner out of his hair, Eddie decides to be a little shit, pushing his hips forward to clash their (still half-hard) dicks together.

“What are you—really? A sword fight?”

Eddie lets out a long cackle, “What? You knew what you were getting into with me, didn’t’cha Stevie?”

Doubt crashes into Eddie’s chest the instant the words escape his mouth.

He did, didn’t he? He likes him for his antics right? Oh fuck…How long would it take for Steve to get sick of his shit?

Despite Eddie’s near-crushing doubts, Steve smiles and says, “That I did.” easy as breathing, then pulls Eddie flush against him in another heated kiss.

Steve walks him backward after a moment, and Eddie drops his hands behind him to feel for the inevitable press of cold stone on his back, shuddering when it finally makes contact.

His gasp from the cold tile only seems to egg the other man on, hunching down to grip him around the backs of his thighs.

Eddie’s legs lock around Steve’s waist in panic, but pleasure shoots through him with the motion too, the horny thrill of being picked up so effortlessly along with the pressure of Steve’s stomach against the underside of his dick.

“Mmph—Steve holy shit,” he’s only just managed to thread the fingers on one hand into those sleek brown locks when he has to stifle down a long groan with a bite to his knuckle. “Hnngh–Steve, Steve, you gotta—oh fuck..”

The muscles of Steve’s stomach bunch under him as he grinds up in slow, torturous rolls..

“Oh, fuck—” the words spill out of his mouth, loud and long; his palm snaps up to hold them in as Steve pushes his shoulders into the tile behind him and leans back, leaving Eddie’s body balanced between strong thighs and shower wall.

The tile hits hard on the back of his skull when Steve wraps one of those hands of his around both their lengths. Eddie manages to look down, only to knock his head back again at the sight.

Even with the added height of being on top of Steve’s thighs, their heads are exactly level, disappearing over and over again into the water-warmed skin of Steve’s fist.

Steve hunches forward again, pressing kisses into Eddie’s sternum. “Gorgeous.”

“Steve...” he whispers in return, grinding as much as he can against the length slotted along his.

Again, too soon, Steve is pulling away, releasing his grip on them both.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks, already moving to drop his legs back to the floor.

Steve stops him, hoisting his legs back around him and lifting him off the wall. “I’m taking you up on your offer.” He says, twisting off the now-cold stream of water and carefully stepping over the lip of the doorway through the glass door.

“My offer?”

“You said that after your shower, you’d come back out here to the bedroom and I could have my way with you.”

A half whine, half moan curls out of Eddie’s throat to his utter embarrassment.

“D’ya like that idea, sweetheart?” Steve says, grinning mischievously.

Eddie manages to scowl at him as they leave the steamy bathroom, and is dropped down onto the mattress soon after.

“Aw shit!”

“What? What happened?”

It’s cold as shit, that’s what.” The air-cooled temperature of the covers against his skin has him breaking out in goosebumps.

Steve winces, “Sorry, I didn’t think about that.”

What was calm and collected confidence flickers off his face, and Eddie can’t have that. “Jus’ come over here and warm me up, big bo–wait,” He sits up and stops Steve when only one of his knees has made it onto the bed. “Lemme look at you.”

He looks down at Steve, and yep. Big Boy is very accurate. He’d felt it against him already, Steve’s too-gorgeous-to-be-real dick; he’s longer for sure, cut and curved up like something out of a wet dream.

“Oh, definitely big boy,” Eddie grins, looking up at Steve’s somewhat embarrassed expression.

“It’s nothing special.” he shrugs, his cheeks heating up as he climbs up Eddie’s damp body. He lowers himself down lay between his legs, his dick slotting itself beside Eddie’s once again.

He hunches over to kiss lightly up the scars on Eddie’s left side, lips brushing along the healed edge of the biggest one. It tickles, then it doesn’t, then does, then doesn’t, his lips pressing halfway onto skin and halfway onto puckered pink flesh.

“Steve..”

“Yeah baby?” he responds after a few more kisses.

“You’re giving me more goosebumps.” Eddie says, somewhat breathless.

Another kiss, “Mmmm.. You’re welcome.”

That shocks a laugh out of him, “You’re such a dork.”

Steve takes one of Eddie’s hands where it lays on the mattress, lacing their fingers together and pressing them back into the mattress beside his head.

“Says you.” he affirms, locking those ridiculous hazel eyes on his.

Eddie’s about to crack off another one liner, say something to…all that, but it’s completely erased from his mind when Steve ducks his head down to find his nipple again.

“Oh fuckin–nnng..” his hips buck up hard into Steve’s, who presses down into him in return.

He can feel it when Steve grins against his skin. “Shut up, asshole, that fee–ee–els so good.”

“Hmm, tell me about it, baby.” He’s grinding down slowly now, adding to the exponentially increasing Steve-addled brain fog he’s currently experiencing.

“Ahhh—I want to but–”

“But what?” Steve’s breath over the spit-slick spot on his chest sends a chill through him.

“Oh fuck–If any of them hear us, we’re never going to hear the end of it.” he tries to warn around another stifled moan.

The Menace is undeterred, swirling his tongue around the little nub open-mouthed and hot once more before moving upwards, trailing his lips up Eddie’s breastbone until he’s sucking kisses into his throat once again. He continues up along the length of his neck until he reaches his ear, “Then you’d better keep it down, huh?”

Well that didn’t help. He lets out a long moan in response, clamping a hand over his mouth way too late.

“You sound so good though,” Steve says, continuing his slow grinding, “I can’t wait to get you alone so I can fuck you properly.”

That pulls another moan from behind Eddie’s palm. “Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie bucks his hips up as much as he can, but Steve's palms move down to hold him in place.

“Can’t have that now, can we?” Steve chides, trailing his lips down his stomach as he slides back to the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on Eddie’s.

“Wh–Why not?”

“Because I’d prefer,” a kiss above his belly button, “to choke,” a kiss below, “on my own accord.”, then swallows Eddie down in one go.

“Oh fffuuck—”

Steve hums in agreement around Eddie’s dick and the vibrations course up his spine to rattle around in his brain.

“Oh shit, Stevie, that feels so fuckin’ good.” He breathes, twisting his fingers into Steve’s hair.

In response, Steve starts to bob his head, swirling his tongue around Eddie’s on the upstroke, and sucking with fervor on the down.

“Steve, sweetheart–fuck–if you keep going I’m gonna—haah—”

“And what if I want you to?”

“And what if I want to to-together?”

Steve releases him with a wet pop, kissing his way back up to Eddie’s lips, humming in satisfaction when he reaches them, like kissing Eddie is the best part of all this.

And doesn’t that make his head spin.

“All you’d have to do is ask.”

Eddie pulls Steve back to his lips and bucks up into him again. “That’s me asking.”

Steve grins down at him and re-starts his slow, tortuous pace.

He’s rock hard against Eddie’s thigh, and this is getting fuckin’ ridiculous.

“Alright, you know what,” Eddie pushes his hips up hard and flips them over, straddling Steve’s thighs in no time at all.

“Holy shit—“ Steve blinks up at him in astonishment, like he’s surprised that he’s been flipped so easily.

Eddie grinds down onto Steve, “You don’t get to tease me like that, big boy.”

“Is that so?” He chuckles, then groans when Eddie wraps his hand around their lengths. His hands grip onto Eddie’s thighs, squeezing tight to match the hold on them.

Eddie fucks forward into his fist, pulling his hand down to meet each thrust and watching as Steve’s head drops back onto the mattress.

He lets out a long groan. “Eddie…”

“Yeah, Stevie?”

Eddie runs his fingers over both their heads, adding to the slight slip of pre with a well aimed glob of spit that makes Steve hum out a short breathy moan as it makes contact with his head.

More noises of appreciation are pulled from the man under him as he rubs the pad of his thumb through the mess and under the head of Steve’s cock in small circles.

“Mmhm oh fuck..”

“You like that?”

“Mmhmm,” he nods dazedly “Keep moving though, feels so good, Eds.”

“You got it, sweetheart.” Eddie grins, wrapping his palm around them again and pushes forward into his fist.

Steve’s head drops back onto the pillow beneath him, “Just like that Eddie, fuck.”

He gives them a few more strokes, then Steve’s hands start to move; his warm palms skirt along the wiry hair on his legs, one traveling around to grab onto Eddie’s horribly non-existent ass, and the other comes up to his remaining nipple, pinching it between two digits.

That did it. The hot coil of pleasure already broiling in his stomach twists even tighter. “Ahh—Stevie..I’m so close, Jesus Christ…”

“Me too..”

“Yeah? Well c’mon sweetheart, give it to me.”

A scant two passes of his hand later, Steve shoots hot across his stomach, and Eddie follows a half stroke later.

He sinks down to the bed against Steve’s heaving ribs, tucking his shoulder under the other man’s arm.

After a few more breaths, Steve pulls Eddie into him and presses his lips to Eddie’s still-damp forehead.

“Ew gross, don’t do that, I’m all sweaty.”

“Don't care.” Steve mumbles softly into his hairline.

In return, Eddie wipes his soiled hand off on Steve’s stomach.

“Ew! Gross!” Steve laughs, shoving Eddie away with no actual intent behind it.

A few minutes later, Steve breaks the comfortable silence. “So,”

The word sinks heavily into Eddie’s gut. “So?”

When Steve doesn’t continue, Eddie turns his head to find Steve gazing at him with soft eyes, and even softer smile.

It morphs into a teasing smirk. “Did it live up to the hype?”

—--

One snooze and another heated shower later, Eddie crawls back into their bed and gets comfy while he listens to Steve pull his clothes back on to go down to the main lodge for the hellions.

He hears a short shuf when Steve’s leg skirts around the end of the bed. “I’ll be back in 15,” he says, kissing the damp hairs on Eddie’s temple. “Go to sleep, Eds.”

“Hmmm…” he hums in return, cozy as ever, and is out as soon as the door clicks shut.

Too soon, the sounds of the shitheads scrambling into the house interrupts his dozing, the door to the bedroom squeaking open not long after.

“Eds? You awake?”

Instead of answering, Eddie simply opens his arms.

He listens to Steve strip off his clothes, beckoning the man forward again when he feels the end of the mattress sink under the other man’s weight.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’, hold your horses.”

“My horses have been patient enough.” Eddie grumbles as Steve finally shuffles between the sheets and into his waiting arms.

-x-X-x-

“Dude! What the hell happened to your neck?! Did you get attacked by a vampire?”

“Henderson, you are way too loud for how early it is.”

“It’s 10 am, Eddie.”

“Exactly.” the barstool creaks as he climbs onto it, gratefully accepting the plate of eggs and bacon Argyle passes him.

“Leave him alone, guys.” Steve says, coming up behind Eddie on his stool and kissing his cheek as he passes into the kitchen with his empty plate.

There’s three whole seconds of silence before the younger teens burst out into a cacophony of various outbursts.

“Aw, what? Eddie! Steve’s way too lame for you to be dating!”

“Steve, did you fuck my DM?!”

“I fuckin’ knew it. I told you they’d get together, didn’t I? Dustin, you owe me 10 bucks.”

“I don’t owe you shit, Maxine.”

“Holy shit, congrats guys.” Lucas is his new favorite… Will and El too, nodding along to Sinclair’s assessment.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough; All those heading back to the waterpark better be ready to go in T-minus three minutes otherwise I’m leavin’ without you.” Steve calls out over the noise.

The complaints follow him out of the kitchen and into the tiny laundry room off the entryway.

“Why don’t you guys get yelled at?” Eddie grumbles, poking up a forkful of egg.

Robin snorts a laugh, “Because none of us are sleeping with the babysitter.”

okay, some notes:

steve's mom is a lawyer in this canon and she's the one who paid for eddie's legal counsel/helped with clearing his name after s4

wha?? steve harrington has good parents?? insanity

"canon" hawkins is about an hour outside of indianapolis so i used shelbyville, indiana as my base and from there to boyne mountain is about a 7 hour drive. if they left at 6 am from hawkins, they'd get to the resort around 1 or 2 and have a good couple hours to ski before it gets dark again at 6 (daylight hours in the midwest during winter are a bitch.)

i did way too much research into the ski resort i based this at, only to realize that neither the cabin itself OR the waterpark were there in the 80s. so...let's all just pretend, okay?

the map above is a trail map of the resort from 1985

when i asked my husband what i should add to 'my most recent blorbos' he said 'nice tits!' so that's why that line lmao

who'da thought this'd go from skiing to shower sex? cause i didn't

i got stuck on the smut part of this for way too long and i am so glad i am a) done with it and b) that it actually turned out relatively coherent.

on that note though, i have been looking at this damn fic for so so long that i don't know if it's actually good or what. 'cause to me, it's complete garbled garbage

the title of this is from 'Object of My Desire' by Starpoint

lex i am so sorry this is late ilysm 🫶

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Could you do these three prompts in one

35. "Fuck. You did not just do that"

39. "Kiss my ass. I'm not kidding get down and fucking kiss my ass"

47. "You did not just cum"

You can do this with Lesso or Larissa or both your choice my dear, maybe reader is disobeying and tics of either Lesso or Larissa, or both. And heavy with smut please, and reader is either doing something that pisses them off. Idk maybe a threesome, do whatever you want with the story request, I trust that you'll make it a good one like you always do. I really appreciate your work and your writing skills. Keep up the fantastic work. Hope you have a good day/night.

Needy puppy 18+

*Authors note~ I’m acc so excited to write this plus a happy Mars for passing her theory gets you smut ;) *

Trigger warnings~ daddy lesso (not sorry) soft mommy Rissa subby r pet name ?! Punishment mirror sex oral sex toys mastubating degrading kink praise kink Cum kink? edging

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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“Fuck. You did not just do that” lesso hissed at you just after your hand made contact with her ass. It was rare you get bratty enough to even brat against your mommy so the fact you had choose your daddy out of the two filled lesso with delight, she always loved correcting her pet and now she had an amazing opportunity to do so. And the best part is judging by the look on your face you knew you deserved to be punished and wouldn’t even fight it. You’d do anything to get on her good side again.

You knew it was going to be a long night as Leonora took your hand stormed off towards your bedroom that the three of you shared when Leonora visited. More often and not you would refer to it as your play room as it was really only used with Lesso. You were immediately pushed to the ground in a signal to adorn your position at the door of the bed. “Stay put slut daddy will retrieve mommy” was all she offered before leaving you alone on the floor to anticipate what would come next.

When they returned twenty minutes later, you were soaked, dripping on the floor to the point the room was heavy with your scent. “Oh god Leo” the blonde whined but quickly shut up with a sharp look from the red head. “Up whore” had you stumbling to follow those orders. “What shall I do with you hmm? It appears mommy has been much to soft on you these days. I tell you now pet she won’t save you now” her voice dropped a tone or two and you immediately looked to Larissa with pleading eyes only to be met with a sorry expression. Yep you were fucked.

“Get on your knees and kiss my ass better” she demanded and you almost looked at her and laughed. Almost. “I’m not kidding get down and fucking kiss my ass!” Her hand found your head and forced you onto your knees. “Leo, don’t you think that’s a little harsh she didn’t mean to be a brat” Larissa mumbled trying to help you but only making it worse for you and herself unknowingly. Only when you’d actually pressed your lips to her clothed ass did she tug your hair to indicate she wanted you up. “Go stand in the corner pet. Apparently daddy and mommy need to have some time together” she all but purred and sent a smirk towards the blonde principal.

“Turn around pet nose to the wall, this isn’t a reward for you” she commanded and you couldn’t help but sulk. Larissa found herself under the redhead with no clothing on with a point of her finger. “Leo” she whined causing you to whimper upon hearing Lesso reprimanding the blonde, “It’s Daddy gorgeous girl. Are you going to be my good girl? Stop interrupting with the pets punishments? You know she won’t learn that way Rissa” she purred as her hands ran teasingly all of the blondes body. “I’ll be good Daddy. I promise I’m sorry please” the blonde was whining already and it went straight to your core. You were trying to subtly rub your thighs together in hopes of some friction only to receive an irritated huff.

“Don’t touch yourself pretty girl and daddy will reward you okay? I have to deal with that disobedient pet of ours” she whispered giving the blonde woman a sweet kiss before stalking around the play room once more. Only this time she managed to get her hands on what you call the suction dildo. Instantly you knew what she’d have you do. Once she had stationed it on the floor you were instructed to take the length inside your slutty hole and not to move. Oh no, you had to warm the faux dick and watch the display in front of you.

Crawling back over to the blonde with a sweet kiss to her bare chest the red head manipulated her body as if she was nothing more than a mere rag doll. Larissa ended up over lap with a squeal. “Count for my doll, do this for daddy and if will be the only punishment I give you. I know you want to be my little sweet slutty girl” she purred gently stroking the tall blondes back. “Safe words dolly?” Instantly had “blue pineapple and cosmo” tumbling from the blondes lips. “Such a good doll.”

With every spank Larissa thanked Leonora and with each hit the woman’s arousal doubled. And of course you had a front seat view for the show with one of Leonora’s more girthy cocks buried deep into your cunt. If you could just bounce a little you were sure it would bump the top of your cervix. But that would land you in more hot water than what you already were in. So you stay put until Larissa has makeup running down her cheeks and lesso takes pity on the blonde. After all it wasn’t hurt fault you played to her maternal instinct.

Larissa was carefully shifted onto her back in the middle of the bed, still directly in your view where lesso skilfully mounted her dolly and brought her mouth down to Larissa’s hairless pussy. “Oh doll you’re soaked! Let daddy fix it dolly you just lick daddy and daddy will make your icky thighs all better I promise you doll” she whispered against Larissa’s folds, the warm breath driving the blonde insane and causing her to devour Leonora like it was her last meal.

Soon enough both women were rocking, licking sucking at each other in desperation. The moans at the taste of the other were driving you insane and you couldn’t help but whimper and mewl for their attention only to be ignored. But when Leonora scrapped her pearly white teeth against Larissa’s hard bud, causing the blonde to cry out into the red heads cunt before plunging her long tongue into the tight hole which triggered Leonora’s climax, you lost all control and shamefully came around Leonora’s toy.

Only when Leonora had successfully licked Larissa dry did she let the blonde rest, whispering words of reassurance and praise until she gave in to her exhausted state. With one quick glance at you she knew, “you did not just cum?” She almost growled at you causing a whimper of “mommy” to be let loose only adding fuel to a raging fire. “Up now” was all she commanded before heading over to where her wall of mirrors were placed. You allowed the toy to slip from your soaking pussy and scurried over to the red head.

Upon arrival you realised she’d strapped up, a rather big double sided dildo that you hadn’t used before, “too big” you whimpered only to be hushed. Immediately being placed on your hands and knees she mumbled, “Daddy will make it fit now be a good pet and take your punishment” was the warning she gave before tugging your hair, your body slamming towards her as she wasted the head of her strap with your slick. “Daddy please I can’t” you whined as you felt the head of her dick entering your fluttering hole. “Can’t? Oh pet, look at how I’m splitting you in two. Making you take everything daddy wants to give, look in the mirror pet.”

Once you looked in the mirror to see her still pressing her incredible cock into your cunt you were a goner. “Oh daddy fuck so big so full” you mewled, her size stretching your sex causing stray tears to fall. “There she is, there’s my good puppy. Hello pup” she teased causing a whine to follow. “Look pup, look at how you’re taking me so well, look at yourself or daddy won’t move.”

During the conversation Larissa roused back to reality and caught the reflection on the mirrors. So naturally the blondes hand somehow found its way to her sensitive core so she could lazily touch herself at the sight. “Oh look puppy, you’ve got mommy do worked up she can’t help but fuck herself again, daddy is so deep inside you hmm? Tell mommy pup and daddy will move.”

“Mommy so oh good daddy fuck mommy please god fuck” you mewled getting distracted as Leonora began to move in and out of your tight fuck hole. “Puppy watch how this tight little fuck hole drags me back in, let mommy see, that’s it good pup taking daddy so well” she panted down your ear, using your hair to force yourself to watch as she drew out only to ram her way back inside of you. You were the first to fall over the edge and come back down, pleading for her to stop, only to have her hand cover your mouth had she picked up her pace.

Larissa was next upon seeing her beautiful Angel cry her release was triggered as she squirted all over the bed sheets. But Leonora kept going until you lost track of how many times you came squirting on the floor crying out in overstimulation. “Shhh pretty puppy, one more. One more for daddy, you’re so good for me, good girl. Now shut your mouth and take it like a good whorish pup” was what sent you over the edge in sync with lesso. The older woman working you down and slipping from your now gaping hole. “Shhh sleep pup daddy will take care of it all okay? You’re so so good darling I’m proud.” Was all it took for you to all but collapse on the floor with a satisfied yet exhausted smile plastered on your face. You didn’t care you’d fall into your own puddle of cum, no sleep was more important which had Leonora laughing to herself on what a dumb puppy you were. But her cute puppy none the less. Some magical clean up and you were all tucked up in the bed Leonora holding her girls as you slept before giving into sleep herself with a satisfied smile.

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Prompt 16 - Embarrass

@jegulus-microfic April 16, Word count 854

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James actually ran as soon as he got out of Regulus and Sirius’s suite. He was so stupid throwing himself at a stranger without even asking if they were single. He thought Regulus would have told him, but clearly not. Then again, he thought, he did tell me to go away repeatedly, and I wouldn’t go. Barty was right to be angry at me.

His feet had led him back to his own room. Clumsily, he scanned the door card and let himself in. Maybe he’d go out onto the slopes and have a ski. He hadn’t done that for a few days. Not since he ran into Regulus. He could hardly embarrass himself more than he’d already done today.

He had just hauled himself off the bed and started to look for his skiing clothes when the room phone rang. He picked it up in case it was his parents, but they had his mobile number, so it would be odd if it were them.

“Hello?” He said into the receiver.

“James? James, is that you? Please don’t hang up. Can you come back, and I’ll explain.” Regulus’s panicked voice buzzed down the phone line. James sunk onto his bed.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Reg. My intentions aren’t exactly platonic, and you have a boyfriend—”

“I DO NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!” Regulus shouted, clearly aggravated. “Sorry. Barty is not my boyfriend. I broke up with him, and he refuses to accept it. But I swear, James, I would have told you if he were. Please come back.” James ran his hand through his hair as he debated. “Please, James.”

“Ugh,” He grunted. “Okay, fine. Is Sirius there to let me back in?” He’d already stood up and walked towards the door but was suddenly yanked backwards by the corded phone. “Ouch!” He cried as he landed heavily on his arse.

“You just tried to walk away with the hotel’s phone, didn’t you?” Regulus said, trying to hold back a snicker.

“Shut up, or I’m not coming.” He hung the phone up and, rubbing his rump, left his room.

It wasn’t until he was approaching Regulus’s room that he realised he’d never gotten an answer if Sirius was there to let him in. He really didn’t want Regulus to have to hop all the way through to open the door.

As luck would have it, Dr Lupin had just raised his hand to knock on the door. “Dr Lupin,” James called out, waving at the man and jogging the last few steps to get to him. “You here to check on Regulus’s ankle?” He asked with a big smile breaking across his face.

“Oh, er—I mean—Yes, yes. That’s right. Regulus’s ankle—Yep—Exactly.” The young doctor seemed flustered, with a pink flush creeping over his face. He was saved from further explanation when the door suddenly opened.

“Remus!” Sirius beamed at him. His face dropped when he saw James standing next to him.

“Hello, Mr Black. I’m here to check on Regulus’s ankle.” Remus stared straight at Sirius.

“Huh? Oh—Yeah, brilliant. Thank you, Dr Lupin.” Sirius moved aside and let him in. James flicked his head between the two men but couldn’t figure out what he was missing. He shrugged his shoulders and followed them in.

They crowded into Regulus’s room, much to Regulus’s surprise.

“Hello, Regulus. How are you today? I’ve come to check your ankle.” Remus got Regulus to stand and move a few steps as he observed and nodded at his progress. “Excellent. It’s healing well. You can probably do some light exercise with it now. Walk around the suite at least today and try a bit further tomorrow. You should be almost back to normal by the time you go home, though I’m afraid I can’t recommend any more skiing while you’re here.” Remus told him in his doctor’s voice.

“Thank you, Dr Lupin,” Regulus said as he lowered himself back onto the bed.

“You’re welcome,” Remus said, straightening his jumper. “I’ve taken enough of your time. If you want a final check before you leave, let me know.” He turned towards the door.

“I’ll see you out,” Sirius told him, following him through the door.

“Hi,” Regulus murmured once they were alone.

“Hi,” James sighed and sunk onto the end of the bed.

“I’m sorry if he said anything to upset you. I’ve blocked his number now. Hopefully, he’ll get the message.” They sat there in awkward silence.

Regulus shuffled himself up the bed so he was propped up by his pillows. “Can we just forget that moron spoke to you and just go back to how we were this morning?” He asked hopefully. “I found a film I think you might like. It’s all romantic, and there’s sword fighting and pirates and Rodents of unusual size.” He smiled shyly at James as he flicked the TV on.

With very little encouragement, James flopped backwards next to Regulus.

Regulus immediately snuggled into his side and nudged James’s arm until he wrapped it around him. Regulus sighed contentedly as he put the film on.

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shmaptainwrites · 1 year

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Hello, could I request prompt 5 of Hurt/Comfort for Bobby Nash x reader please

of course bestie! wrote this one on the plane and am pretty jet lagged now so it’s poorly edited lol

Pairings: Bobby Nash x GN!Reader

Warnings: injury, hospitals

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No one informed you that becoming a firefighter would permanently affect your reflexes. Particularly the act without thinking ones. So it didn’t come to much surprise to you or your team when there was an emergency on your day off that you would attend to it.

Off-duty saves weren’t particularly rare and most of the time all that came out of it were a few confused bystanders wondering how a civilian knew exactly what to do, but this time you seemed to have gotten yourself in a predicament.

Instead of only the parties involved in the accident leaving the site in an ambulance, you joined them too.

After your heroic move, the car that had slipped in a precarious manner, fell ontop your leg and most definitely broke a bone. The on duty EMTs patched you up to the best of their abilities and sent you off to surgery.

When you awoke from that with new metal screws in your leg that would take time and a lot of PT to get used to, your friend and colleague Ravi was already by your side, ready to get you anything you might need.

“Ravi, what the hell,” you groaned, shifting in your bed. “How did you find out about this?”

“After your sister moved you switched your emergency contact to me, I’m flattered you remember,” he said sarcastically. “I’ve been here since before you went in to surgery.”

“Sorry, must be the drugs,” you said with a wave of your hand.

“So an off-duty save huh,” he chuckled. “What happened to think before you act, Panikkar?”

“Out the window. I just reacted,” you chuckled. “Frankly, now that it’s happened to me I’m not surprised, it’s practically instinct.”

“What did I tell you,” Ravi reached a hand over to squeeze yours. “I called the team to give them a heads up. I think you’ll probably be getting some visitors in the next few days before you go home.”

“Good, hospitals are so boring and it’s not like I can go anywhere,” you pointed to your recently casted leg. “God the next while is gonna suck ass.”

“Yep, it sure is,” Ravi agreed with you and you rolled your eyes. He knew just how to make you feel better.

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As Ravi had warned you, the next few days were filled with visits from everybody on the team.

Chimney came by with Maddie and Jee-Yun first, bringing you a much needed good cup of coffee and a sweet little get well card decorated by the young Buckley-Han.

The next day Hen came over. She brought a deck of Uno cards and you shared a few very heated rounds of the game which may or may not have ended in something closer to 52 pick up.

Buck came by next, he had offered to pick up some comfort items from your home and you practically melted when he brought you your dad’s old and worn college hoodie you’d had since you were fifteen years old. You both also spent time ranking the injuries the team had sustained at the firehouse, the list went on to your colleagues and was highly debated for the next few days after that.

Lastly Eddie brought Christopher over and their favourite telanovella downloaded on Eddie’s laptop for you to all watch together (not without many interruptions from you still trying to figure out what the storyline was).

After about a week and a half at the hospital on bed rest, Ravi was finally given the ok to move you back to your apartment. It took a lot of coordination to find a way to get you to fit into his car with the giant cast on your leg, not to mention him practically having to drag you out of the building. You were strong, but for some reason not strong enough to carry whatever the hell it was they wrapped your leg with.

When you were finally at home in your — thankfully — first floor apartment Ravi ordered something for dinner and you both sat on your couch to enjoy it.

“Hey Ravi, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

You stopped eating your food, and stared down at your take our container.

“Do you know why Bobby didn’t come visit me?” you said quietly.

“H-He didn’t?” Ravi seemed confused.

“No,” you shook your head. “Everyone else came just like you said, I was actually kind of surprised.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised too,” Ravi nodded. “You guys are close, aren’t you?”

“I mean I thought we were,” you shrugged and picked at your food. “Just a couple night before the accident we had dinner together a-and I had a really nice time I’m just…worried I did something wrong.”

“I don’t think you did anything wrong,” Ravi shook his head. “Just talk to him, send him a text, ask him to come over tomorrow night.”

“Isn’t that a bit presumptuous,” you raised a brow with a chuckle.

“You have a broken leg that’s casted all the way to your thigh, that’s not hot,” Ravi deadpanned. “Just text him.”

“Fine,” you pulled out your phone and typed up a text, having it proofread by your friend before sending it off. “And now we wait.”

—

The next evening you heard a knock on your door followed by,

“Hey it’s Bobby, spare key still in the same place?”

“Yep,” you called back, thankful he had asked. It was a nightmare to walk with a cast.

The lock of the door clicked and Bobby stepped inside with a a bag of what you assumed to be dinner, before closing the door behind him and locking it.

“Someone ask for room service?” he teased and you couldn’t help but raise your hand. It was definitely better than the hospital food and take out.

“I brought extras so I’m pack them up in the fridge and you just heat them up when you want to eat.”

You nodded at his instructions, but were perplexed by how normal he was acting.

“Hey Bobby, before we eat can we talk?” you asked.

“Yeah of course,” he said after putting the extra food in the fridge. “What’s up?”

“Why didn’t you come visit me at the hospital,” you blurted.

Bobby looked like he was expecting your question and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“Would you believe me if I said it would have been too hard for me to see you in a hospital bed?” he asked.

“If that’s the truth,” you nodded.

“It’s just,” he paused. “I-After our dinner I wasn’t really sure where we stood. We never really talked about it, it just happened.”

You nodded, that was true, one thing had led to another and you didn’t have a lot of time to talk about what the implications of your dinner meant for your friendship.

“And I knew if I stepped into that hospital room I wouldn’t be able to be just your Captain. Or...just your friend.”

“Bobby,” you patted the seat next to you and encouraged him to come closer.

He did, taking his seat and watching as your took his hands in yours.

“I just wasn’t sure what was appropriate,” he whispered.

“I don’t care. I just wanted you to stay with me. I still do,” you said quietly, allowing your forehead to rest against his.

One of Bobby’s hands slipped out of your own and came to cradle your face.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t come.”

“You’re here now,” you smiled.

He leaned in the few inches further and closed the space between you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“And I’m not going anywhere.”

#bobby nash #bobby nash x reader #911 #911 blurb #911reader #911 x reader #bobby nash blurb

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mymainwastoocluttered · 8 months

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Birthday Cake (Ortho Shroud)

There's actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.

Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Ortho knows all of his brother’s fidgets. And the one Idia is doing right now is the one that means “I’m trying to hide something but I’m too emotional over it to hide properly”, which makes the younger Shroud’s curiosity flare each passing second.

“Brother, what’s the matter?”

“Nuthin’.”

Yet that’s the answer he gets every time. That and a nervous shrug that means “please don’t pressure me into telling you because I will and then I’ll feel bad about it.” At least, Ortho consoles himself, that means whatever his brother is hiding isn’t anything bad or dangerous, just possibly mildly inconvenient. Ortho can deal with “mildly inconvenient”, specially for the sake of his introverted brother who agreed on throwing a party tomorrow at Ignihyde for Ortho’s birthday despite dreading any sort of social event.

Ortho hasn’t had his emotional capacity for very long, but considering what his friends and the internet said, Idia’s efforts are the greatest show of love—not that Ortho ever doubted his brother’s love for him, but it feels good to be reminded. Plus, and this is something he’ll guard in his heart for himself, it feels like Idia is actually seeing him and not him. He truly sees Ortho for who he is, and loves him for him.

“Ortho, it’s past midnight,” Idia’s voice gets Ortho out of his thoughts—getting lost inside his own thoughts, quite the novelty—, prompting the boy to look at the time.

“It is! That means I’m not one year older!”

“Yep, you’re now officially seventeen. Happy birthday, Ortho.”

He can’t help but hug his brother tightly, too happy for words—and too overwhelmed by emotions to even try, even though he has up to 20 languages fully saved in his database. Words also can’t describe the feeling he gets when his brother hugs him back, whispering well wishes under his breath—too shy to say them out loud but too loving to not say them at all.

“We know you’ll have a party later, but we wanted to do something special first…”

“We?”

Just as Idia lets go of him, the door of Idia’s room open to show his girlfriend—and Ortho’s hopefully soon to be sister-in-law—, Prefect (Y/N) (L/N), holding what seems to be… a cake? It’s difficult to tell, because the decorations on it—stars and trees and three figures that look suspiciously like Ortho, Idia and (Y/N) sitting around a bonfire—are moving and if he concentrates, he can hear a soft whirring sound from it.

“Happy Birthday, Ortho!” the girl squeals, handing the cake(?) to Idia so she can squeeze the younger boy into a hug and place very enthusiastic kisses all over his face. “You’re growing up so fast!”

“Technically, I’m still the same size-”

“Mentally and emotionally, dear.”

“Oh. Thank you!”

Though he will admit to already drawing up some designs for future bodies. He can’t look like a child forever, now can he?

“We know you can’t actually eat—yet, anyways. Who knows what will happen in the world of tech?” she winks at his brother, who tries to hide his blushing face behind the cake(?), forgetting that his hair gives his emotions away. “But I remember you really liked the first slice tradition from my country when I told you about it, so we made that sculpture. There’s a part that’s removable, so you can give it to whoever you want~”

Human memory is way more fickle than an android’s, and yet these two did their best to remember something so small and seemingly insignificant. Just to make Ortho happy.

“... I may not have tears, but I feel like I’m crying…”

The couple is quick to hug him, and Ortho has never been happier to be able to feel.

“... can the first slice go to two people?”

“I told you we should separate it in two, tech genius.”

“But then it wouldn’t be the first slice, but the first and second.”

“It’s fine, I can just laser it in half!”

“Ortho, no!”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #x fem reader #ortho shroud & reader #ortho shroud #idia shroud x reader #a series of birthday cakes

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Book: Open Heart, Book 1 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Category: Angsty Fluff, Christmas Word count: 2.5K Summary: Sawyer is worried that her crush is getting the wrong impression and is later hurt when she thinks he has taken advantage of a situation. A/N: This takes place during intern year (pre-Miami) shortly before the events in Merry Christmas, Rookie.

Events/Prompts: • Photo prompt from @jerzwriter • Participating in CFWC Holidays 2023 • Participating in Choices Flashfics Holiday Prompts 🎄12: “The tree isn’t the only thing getting lit this year.” 🎅21: “It looks like Santa threw up in here.” 🎁67: “What’s wrong? Do you not like your gift?” • Participating in Choices Flashfics Week #64 Prompts 👨🏻‍⚕️2: “I’m not in the mood for a lecture.” • Participating in Choices Holidays Winter 2023

While waiting in the lunch rush lines in the cafeteria, Sienna reminded her roommates of their party assignments. “...I’ve got the treats covered, Elijah is handling the music, Jackie is making jingle juice-”

“Hell yeah!” Elijah exclaimed, giving Jackie a high-five.

“The tree isn’t the only thing getting lit this year,” she said coolly.

“Oh, and don’t forget your white elephant gifts!” Sienna also reminded them.

“Shit, I forgot about that. What are the rules again?” Jackie asked.

“The only rule is you can’t buy anything,” Sienna answered.

“I’ll go shop the lost and found when we’re done here.”

“Or, I saw some pharma reps in the atrium earlier. You could try to hit them up for some swag,” Sawyer chimed in.

When the group reached the front of the line, a heavy arm slipped around Sawyer’s shoulders. “Thanks for saving my spot, Brooks,” Bryce winked, cutting in line.

“Do you meatheads have to cut into everything?” Jackie barked.

Bryce chomped into the apple he hadn’t yet paid for. “Yep,” he nodded with a big toothy grin. “I’m just trying to get on the naughty list. If you all want to join me, we could save Santa a trip this year,” he joked.

“You’re already looking at Santa’s favorite ho,” Jackie quipped.

“Brooksie, I actually am in a hurry. I need to scrub in for a lymphadenectomy. Do you mind?” he asked seriously.

Sawyer tilted her head to the register, gesturing for him to go ahead.

“Thanks.” When the cashier asked if they were together, Bryce said yes.

“Bryce, you don’t have to-”

He placed a hand on the small of her back. "I've got you, Ipo. I'll see you later," he promised before hurrying away.

“Girl, what are you holding out for? He's hot and he's totally into you,” Sienna teased, once Bryce was out of earshot.

Sawyer lifted her tray and turned to her friend. She opened her mouth to say something, but froze when she spotted a six-foot-four-inch, blue-eyed attending at the adjacent register. Not knowing how much he saw or heard, a blush of embarrassment colored her cheeks. Feeling like a shy teenager at a school dance, Sawyer hoped the interaction with Bryce hadn’t given her crush the wrong impression.

As Ethan raised his eyes to her, he gave no indication. Pocketing his wallet, he stoically turned and exited the cafeteria.

As their shift ended, Sawyer approached her roommates who were walking in the opposite direction down the hall.

“Locker room is that way, Brooks,” Jackie pointed.

“I know, I just need to run and check on one more patient before I clock out.”

“Do you want us to wait for you?” Sienna asked.

“No, don’t wait up. I’ll be right behind you.”

After making sure the coast was clear, Sawyer slipped behind the plastic curtain that sealed off the construction wing. Naveen spiked a fever earlier in the day, and she wanted to check on him before going home. She found him fast asleep, and after checking his monitors and medications, she quietly tidied the room. When she finished, she softly closed the door behind her, whispering, “Goodnight, Dr. B.”

On her way to dispose of some trash, Sawyer’s phone buzzed in her pocket.

Bryce knocked and let himself in, making a beeline to the kitchen to find Sienna. “Help?” he asked, lifting a roll of wrapping paper and tape.

She looked at him puzzled. “Where’s your gift?”

“You're looking at it.” He beckoned her to the living room, where he laid down on the floor.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” she laughed, kneeling next to him.

A few minutes later, Sienna placed the last piece of tape, securing the wrapping around Bryce’s torso. Using all of her body weight, she rolled him to his back and slid him under the Christmas tree.

“Si?” he called, his voice muffled. “Do me a favor and start the game sooner than later. I already have to pee.”

In the locker room, Sawyer traded her white coat for her winter one. As she gathered her things, her phone buzzed with an incoming call.

“Hi,” she answered.

“Hi. By any chance, are you still at the hospital?” Ethan asked.

“I am.”

“Could I ask you for a favor? I’ve had something come up at the last minute. Would you be able to stay with Naveen for a few hours?”

By now, Sawyer had come to know Ethan Ramsey well enough to know that he would not ask for help unless he was desperate. “Sure. Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I’m pressed for time right now, but I’ll explain later. I’ll relieve you as soon as I can.”

“No problem.”

“Thanks, Rookie.”

Sawyer was about to text Sienna when Danny entered the room.

“Hey, Sawyer,” he waved. “I thought you’d be at home getting ready for the party. I’m heading there now if you want a ride.”

“Danny, I’m so glad you’re here! Could you take something to Sienna for me? I’m not going to make it home for a while.”

“How come?”

She made sure they were alone and lowered her voice. “Dr. Ramsey got tied up with something and asked if I would look after Patient X for a few hours.”

“You should go and have fun with your roommates, Sawyer. I can stay,” he insisted, having been recruited by Ethan shortly after Naveen agreed to be treated.

“That’s really sweet of you, Danny, but I know you traded shifts so you could be off tonight. Besides, Sienna baked a batch of peppermint chocolate chip cookies just for you.”

“She did?” he smiled.

“Yeah. Go. Have fun. I’ll be there as soon as Dr. R gets here.”

After Danny left with what appeared to be a wrapped bedpan, she updated her roommate.

Later, Sawyer was in Naveen’s room, scrolling through Pictagram when her phone vibrated with a new text notification.

Several hours had passed when Sawyer felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Rookie?”

“Hiiiii,” she managed through a yawn.

“I’m so sorry,” Ethan apologized.

“Huh? What time is it?” Sawyer reached for her phone, noticing several missed calls from Sienna and Bryce.

“It’s almost four in the morning. I would have been here sooner, but I accidentally dozed off,” he explained, helping her to her feet.

“It’s okay. There's no doubt you probably needed it. And it’s been quiet here. His fever finally broke a little while ago.”

“Good. Go home and get some sleep,” he instructed, “I’ll tell Ines that you’ll be in this afternoon.”

“Okay.” Sawyer shouldered her bag and headed for the door. “Good night."

“Sawyer?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

With a shake of the snow from her coat, Sawyer entered her apartment and found Landry eating breakfast at the kitchen table. “Oh boy. It looks like Santa threw up in here.”

“Smells like it too,” he grumbled.

“I’m surprised you’re still going in early after…,” she circled her hand in the air, “all of this.”

“Yeah, well, not all of us are lucky enough to get preferential treatment from Dr. Ramsey.”

“Excuse me?”

“What? This is the second time he’s personally assigned you a case. To my knowledge, he hasn’t assigned cases to any of the other interns in the competition.”

“Wow. Well, maybe if you ever crack the top five, he will.” She let him chew on that as she hung her coat and walked to her room.

Bryce turned from the surgical board and spotted Sawyer approaching. “Finally coming to collect your prize, Brooksie?”

Sawyer rolled her eyes.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like your gift?”

“You’re ridiculous,” she shook her head with an amused smile.

“So I’ve been told. By the way, this gift comes with a night on the town.”

Unbeknownst to her, Dr. Ramsey inconveniently emerged from a nearby patient’s room, catching the tail end of their conversation.

“Bryce-”

But before she could protest, he backed his way down the hall. “I’ve gotta run. Check your schedule and let me know when to pick you up. And you should know, I have a strict ‘no rejections’ policy.”

She sighed deeply once his back was to her, then turned to find Ethan standing a couple feet away, his eyes focused on the tablet in his hand.

“Dr. Ramsey,” she acknowledged sheepishly.

Ethan glanced at her with a side eye. “Brooks.”

“Rrrrr! Of course he is here right now!” As they moved on to their next tasks, Sawyer told herself it was time for a heart to heart with Bryce.

"Excuse me, would you please page Dr. Ramsey?"

A few minutes later, Ethan met an attractive woman at the nurses’ station and led her away from the busybodies seated at the circular desk. As they walked down the hall, she handed him a small box. “Thank you, Jen. I really appreciate this. I’ll send you the outcome report as soon as the trial period ends.”

Stepping in front of him, Jen pulled him to the side until their shoulders hugged the wall. "It was great to see you again." She paused as a couple nurses walked past. "We had a good time last night, didn’t we?"

“It was nice to catch up.”

She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when Sawyer heard the familiar voice, she wondered if her ears were deceiving her.

“Listen, I would love to see you again tonight,” Jen continued, reaching for the end of his tie and running it through her fingers. “I’m staying at The Langham. Come have drinks with me and…,” she shrugged, "we can see where things go from there.”

“I-”

Stepping out from the vending machine alcove, Sawyer turned her head in their direction.

Ethan’s surprised eyes met hers, finding only hurt. He moved Jen’s hand back to her side as Sawyer spun and walked briskly in the opposite direction.

“Jen, you’ll have to excuse me. I need to go,” he apologized, watching the woman he longed for retreat and disappear from sight. “I appreciate your assistance. I will speak with you later.”

“Later tonight?”

“I’ll text you,” he said as he sidestepped her.

Ethan’s long strides carried him down the hall quickly. He nearly collided with a visitor as he rounded the corner. “I’m sorry. Excuse me.”

In the far corner of the cafeteria, Sawyer watched the snow fall in the empty courtyard. The sound of metal chair legs scraping against the tiled floor jarred her from her thoughts.

“I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Why? Need another favor?” she said, words laced with disdain.

“Rookie, that-”

“Dr. Ramsey, I haven’t been helping you to win favor or get a leg up in the competition. If you want an intern to run errands and cover for your ass, then let me suggest Dr. Olsen. He'd be more than happy to fill that role.”

She lowered her voice, hurt replacing anger. “I canceled plans with my roommates last night, because I believed that if you were asking for help, it must have been important. If I had known I was only covering so that you could go on a date and get…” She let the rest of the sentence die on her tongue. “Sorry. I know it’s none of my business how you spend your free time, but I won’t let you take advantage of mine.”

Visibly disappointed, she avoided eye contact. Ethan keenly observed that her disappointment went beyond merely thinking he would take advantage of her kindness. If he was reading the situation correctly, it was the same disappointment he had felt seeing her with the surgical intern.

“Sawyer, let me explain. Jen works for Phlaum Pharmaceuticals. They are currently conducting a trial on a new antibiotic for sepsis. I reached out to her when I heard about it. Her team is in the area promoting a new product this week. You may have noticed her reps in the lobby. She made herself available to meet with me last night. And after some convincing, she agreed to pull some strings to get Naveen into the trial. She was here this afternoon to drop off the treatment.” Ethan pulled a small vial from his pocket and placed it on the table.

“It sounded like you convinced her all right,” she muttered.

“Rookie. I know we haven’t known each other long, but do you honestly believe I’m the type of person who would trade sexual favors? I agreed to a testimonial and a couple expo appearances. That’s all.”

“What? Can you blame me for going there? She said she had a ‘good time,’ and you told me you were late because you ‘accidentally dozed off,’ then she asked you to meet her again tonight…At. A. Hotel.”

He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose at her teasing dramatization, failing to hide the crack of a smile.

“So, how’d you get out of it?” she wondered.

“I told her I would text her later.”

“You don’t text.”

“Exactly.” His knee touched hers, but neither one attempted to move away. “I need to get back upstairs. Can you meet me later to review the trial protocols?”

“I have a few patients to check on. I’ll page you after?” she answered.

Ethan scooted back in his chair, but before standing, he covered Sawyer’s hand with his own.

“Sawyer, your contributions and the sacrifice of your time have not gone unnoticed. And as far as I’m concerned, you are my partner on this case. I should have filled you in on the drug trial. I just didn’t want either of us to get our hopes up.”

“Thank you, Dr. Ramsey.” When he moved to stand, she followed. “I’m finished here. I’ll head back up with you.”

The elevator doors were halfway closed when a fellow intern squeezed his way through.

“Hi, Brad,” Sawyer greeted.

“Sooo, who’s the lucky guy?” he quizzed, embarrassingly indiscreet.

“Pardon?”

“Come on, girl. Why else would you ditch us last night? Your roommates say you’re never home. You rarely come out for drinks anymore. And, you’ve parked Bryce in the friend zone.” Brad nudged her shoulder with his. “Spill the tea.”

“Sorry to disappoint, TMZ, but I’m not dating anyone. I got stuck here with a last minute case.” She made her eyes big and subtly tipped her head toward Dr. Ramsey as a warning. Luckily, Brad picked up on the cue, sparing her from having to tell any more white lies.

Ethan hid a smile, pretending not to notice the act.

“Any chance you guys will host again for New Years? You’re the only ones with an apartment big enough,” Brad asked as they exited the elevator together.

“Talk to Elijah. He’s the party planner of the group.”

Once Brad was on his way, Ethan reached for Sawyer's elbow drawing her back. “You skipped your own party?”

She shrugged. “You needed my help, and our patient wasn’t in any condition to be left alone.”

“You should have told me. I would have figured something else out…” He looked into her eyes with a sense of wonder. “Thank you. I owe you one.”

She smiled up at him. “You’re welcome.”

“So, what excuse did you give your roommates?” he asked as they walked side by side down the hall.

“About that…” she said with a tense grin, “I’m gonna need you to assign some of your cases to the other interns in the top five.”

“Come again?”

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noodyl-blasstal · 5 months

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The Rule Book

It's @taznovembercelebration day 25 and I got the prompt "crisis". Read below or on A03, and catch yesterday's here if you missed it.

“I want to fuck a vampire.” Kravitz announces, because he can’t keep it in any more, because there’s simply no point in lying to Barry.

Barry drops his newspaper onto the table in relief. “Thank fuck! I think I’m in love with Lup.” Barry volleys right back to him, because apparently it’s a competition now?

“We’re not supposed to use names! It humanises them…” Kravitz immediately parrots the manual. Wait. Fuck. “No, wait, I didn’t mean that. Taako’s great, it’s not that I don’t have feelings for him, it’s not just all about the sex wanting. He’s human, not like human human, because of the vampire thing, but it’s not just about…” Kravitz waves his hand, searching for the right words, he can’t have Barry thinking this is just a physical thing.

“...The sex wanting.” Barry finishes for him and nods solemnly. Kravitz thinks he’s gotten away with it, then he snorts and repeats “sex wanting” under his breath.

Kravitz scowls. “Barry, we’re having a crisis in case you haven’t noticed, can we bully me later?”

Barry grumbles some but seems to agree. “Fine, fine. So what do we do?”

“Bring flowers?”

“And not our stakes?”

Kravitz groans and sinks into the chair opposite Barry. “There has to be a rule against this.”

“There isn’t, I’ve checked. Twice.” Barry pauses. “Okay, seven times. It’s not there. I read the manual front to back.”

“You’re sure?”

“I guess it’s implied?”

“But 'implied' isn’t legally in the rules.” Kravitz nods emphatically. If it’s not a firm rule it’s much easier to bend.

“There was a thing about telling them if you were ensorcelled.” Barry adds.

“Uh huh.”

“But we’re not.”

“Are you sure?” Kravitz bites at the skin on the inside of his lips, he’s been doing it a lot lately, too much. The whole situation has him on edge.

“Yep! I checked that too. No magic, we’re just the regular kind of enraptured.”

“I’m pretty sure Taako put a spell on me.”

“He didn’t, bud. He didn’t. You just like him because he’s handsome, laughs at your jokes, and is into your whole Mr Bond thing.”

“My jokes are great!”

“Uh huh.”

“And I just like suits and happen to be British. There’s nothing wrong with liking suits!”

“I like a suit as much as the next guy.” Barry indicates his denim shirt with press study buttons.

Kravitz tries not to flinch. “Canadian tuxedos don’t count.”

“It’s in the name!”

“They don’t count!” Kravitz says more firmly.

Barry shrugs in the way that means he definitely doesn’t believe Kravitz and will go on thinking that their clothing choices are exactly the same level of fancy.

“What do we do?” Kravitz turns his coffee mug aimlessly, quarter rotations with no end other than making a tiny scratching noise to let him know he’s definitely not dreaming… Taako’s so ethereal that it’s hard to believe he’s not conjured by Kravitz’s imagination. He’s certainly been a regular feature in Kravitz’s evenings.

“Not killing them sounds good.”

“Oh, thanks Barry, great call, I’ll change my plans for this afternoon and not stake Taako shall I?”

“I mean you could probably still impale him if he was into it.”

“Barry!”

“Sorry bud.” Says Barry in his least sorry voice, the one he saves for after his worst jokes.

“Well if you’re so on top of it, what’re you going to do?”

“Nothing.” Barry says confidently. “She’s not going to be interested. Look at me! As far as she knows I’m a washed up 50 something - I had to tell her I was taking a career break to do ‘some research’ because I couldn’t tell her I’m actually really good at murdering ‘monsters’ like her and have at least three awards about it.”

Kravitz stares at him. “We’re talking about the same Lup, right?

“The one that looks exactly the same as Taako?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes.”

“So you haven’t noticed that she gravitates towards you?”

“I just have stuff she needs a lot of the time.”

“Like…?”

“Information.”

“Uh huh.”

“And napkins.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“And books.”

“And she borrows the books and then you talk about the books?”

“Yeah.” Barry looks at Kravitz puzzled. “In a friend way!”

“At her house?”

“It’s closer to the cafe than here.”

“And I’m not there.”

“We wouldn’t want to disturb you.”

“And you stay over because?”

“She said it’s dangerous to walk around on my own at night.”

“And even though you used to be one of the combat trainers at the institute you said…”

“I can’t give myself away!”

“So you had literally no option but to stay over?”

“Exactly.”

“There’s no way I could have collected you in the car we have?”

“You were probably busy.”

“Nearly every night for the last month?”

“Don’t pretend you weren’t out mooning over Taako!”

“I don’t moon.” Kravitz says sulkily.

“No, of course not, you just sit at the bar with your head in your hand and stare lovesick at him five nights a week for no reason.” Barry’s grinning now.

“Well if you thought that why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well if you thought I was spending an inappropriate amount of time with Lup why didn’t you say anything?” Barry throws back at him.

Fuck.

“I thought maybe if I didn’t say anything you wouldn’t say anything and then no one had to say anything and we wouldn’t get fired.”

“Are you worried about getting fired?”

“I don’t want that on my record.”

“Do you even like our job?”

“I like money, Barry, I like being able to exist in the world.”

“Have you considered marrying rich?”

“Do you think Taako has a secret fortune?”

“Thinking of proposing, bud?”

“No!” Says Kravitz quickly, definitely not thinking of the dream he had three nights ago where he and Taako lived in a cottage by a picturesque lake and everything was soft and warm and perfect.

“I’d ask Lup.” Barry shrugs. “She’s amazing.”

“Maybe start with a date?”

“I’ll do it if you do it.” Barry smiles, smug, thinks he’s won.

“Fine.”

“What?” Barry’s smug smile is replaced by a frown.

“I said, fine. I’ll ask Taako out.”

“I thought you were a rules guy?”

Kravitz shrugs. “Maybe the rules are wrong.”

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arc-misadventures · 2 years

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Arc-Swapped Au: how is Jaune feeling after getting back and getting hear everyone talk about how amazing Jeanne was?

Well that was fast. The first prompt was barely five minutes old, and here someone is already asking for a sequel.

And, I’m answering it…

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The Return

Jaune: Hey guys!

Pyrrha: Jaune! You’re back!

Nora: Jaune-Jaune!

Ren: Its a relief to see you again.

Jaune: Naww… Thanks guys.

Nora: Where were you?

Pyrrha: Yeah, we went to bed, and we wake up, and it’s your highly attractive female version of you!

Ren: Quite attractive.

Nora: She was really hot!

Jaune: Of course you’d say that…

Ren: Were the two of you swapped; She came here to your world, and you went to hers?

Jaune: Yeah pretty much; Everyone on Team RWBY were guys, as well as you, Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: R-Really?

Jaune: You were a girl, Ren.

Ren: I was?

Jaune: And, you were still a girl, Nora.

Nora: I am a multiversal constant. There will only be one, Nora. And, I will be a girl!

JPR: …

Jaune: So yeah… W-What was it like to have, Jeanne here?

Pyrrha: Oh she was wonderful to have around! She was always so bright, and cheerful to have around! And, she looked absolutely beautiful!

Ren: I found her presence very relaxing to be around.

Nora: And, her smile was stunning! But, the bright light hurt my eyes.

Jaune: Beg pardon?

Ren: Yeah, he smile was like the perfect summers day~!

Pyrrha: Jeanne was wonderful to be around~!

Jaune: …

Yang: I heard someone say: Jeanne! Is Jeanne back?! Ohh… it’s you…

Jaune: Ow…

Ruby: Is big sis back?! Oh, hi, Jaune.

Jaune: Hi…

Blake: Is the angel back! Oh, it’s just, Jaune…

Jaune: Nice to see you too, Blake…

Weiss: Where is she?! Where is my future wife?!! Oh… It’s just you, Arc…

Jaune: …

Jaune: I see, Jeanne made quite the impression…

Yang: Oh she was a riot to be around!

Blake: She was the most wonderful person I ever met~!

Ruby: She was the big sister I never new I wanted!

Weiss: She will be my future wife.

Jaune: …

Jaune: So anyway, as I said I met the gender swapped version of you guys, as well as team, RWBY.

Ruby: Really? What was I like?

Yang: I best I was really cool!

Blake: Probably wasn’t much of a difference with me was there?

Weiss: No doubt I was perfect as always.

Jaune: Hell if I know. As soon as I got there, her Team RWBY, and Pyrrha tried to kill me.

Pyrrha: They what?!

Jaune: Yep, as soon as I showed up, Pyrros, male you, Pyrrha. Threw me against a wall with his semblance, and threatened to gut me if I didn’t say where, Jeanne was.

Pyrrha: Oh my…

Jaune: Yeah, luckily, Rin, female Ren…

Nora: Bet she’s pretty hot~!

Jaune: And, Nora were there to stop him. I then explained I had no idea what happened, then boy team, RWBY came in, and threatened to kill me. They wanted their, ‘Angel’ back. After I said, I didn’t know, Blake, male, Blake bound me up with his weapon. William, male, Weiss, used his semblance to pin me to the wall. Ruben, male, Ruby pointed his gun at me, and Yin, male, Yang socked me in the stomach when I couldn’t answer his questions…

Yang: Ouch!

Ruby: That’s mean!

Blake: Why would I do that?

Weiss: Seems like something I would do…

Jaune: Yeah, they were going to gut me if I didn’t tell them what happened to, Jeanne. Luckily the teachers saved me from that…

Ren: Did they?

Jaune: No, not really. They interrogated me, and threw me in a cell while they worked all of this out… Jeanne told me you were having a lot of fun though. Seemingly she awoke some stuff in you as well.

Yang: Well… I always had a feeling was into girls…

Blake: Same, but only for the right girl.

Ruby: I loved my Onee-Chan!

Weiss: I was going to marry her!

Jaune: Nice! Well… Now I hate her even more than I did before! Peachy…

RWBY: WHAT?!

Pyrrha: How could you say that?!

Nora: What did she do to deserve that?!

Jaune: Sorry, I just so happen to be, Jaune Arc, the ‘loveable’ goofball stuck in the tree, who barely anyone likes, and is willing to put a spec of trust in! Compare to the, Angel of Beacon, Jeanne Arc! A person with her own fan club, who everyone loved! Who was properly trained to be a Huntress, who everyone put their faith in her! How can I not love the better version of me?!

Weiss: Well what did you expect? She is perfection incarnate, and you’re trash incarnate.

Ruby: Weiss that’s mean!

Blake: But, true.

Ruby: Blake?!

Yang: What, Vomit Boy just isn’t anywhere close as fantastic as, Jeanne is.

Ruby: You too, Yang?!

Yang: You were thinking something similar too, Rubes.

Ruby: But, I wasn’t going to say it!

Jaune: …

Ruby: Oops… He-hehe… S-Sorry…

Jaune: I fucking hate my life, twice over now…

Pyrrha: Uhh… Do you perhaps want a hug, Jaune?

Jaune: I want to kill myself…

Yang: …

Weiss: …

Nora: …

Ruby: …

Ren: …

Blake: …

Pyrrha: Oh… Oh no…

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nostalgiachan · 25 days

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Once in a Lifetime Opportunity

Twenty-Sixth Prompt: Describe a funny moment in camp.

Summary: So a six-foot-someodd tiefling with metal in her chest gets stuck in a dumbwaiter... (800 words)

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“Karlach, you are my dear friend. I treasure you utterly. How the sweet fuck did you manage this?”

It was the absolute dead of night at the Elfsong Tavern, and all, save Astarion, Halsin, and Vier, were fast asleep. That number should have included Karlach. Instead, she had somehow crammed herself into the dumbwaiter in the corner of the suite, which had then somehow crammed itself halfway down the chute. And so it was that Vier had to piece the scenario together.

“Well,” Karlach grunted, the knees pressing against her chest clearly making it hard to speak, “I wasn’t tired, and I was feeling a bit peckish-like. Wanted to head down to the kitchen to rustle up a snack. Now, I could’ve taken the old fashioned way and left out the front door. But then, I got to thinking.”

“I don’t really think you did,” Vier snarked, “but go on.”

“Thanks for the support, soldier. Anyway, I thought about the dumbwaiter. See, it’s a pretty big box, right? Goes right down to the kitchen, way quicker than taking the stairs. Plus, ever since I was a kid, I’d always wondered what it’d be like to ride one. And how often do you stay in a place that has an actual honest-to-gods dumbwaiter, anyway? This might be my only chance to fulfill a childhood dream!”

“So you jammed yourself in there.”

Within the darkness of the dumbwaiter, Karlach's eyes glowed like a cat’s and were equally full of mischief. “Yep. Getting in wasn’t too hard. Bit of a tight squeeze. But then, two problems: one, I guess I’m a little heavy for the thing, because it dropped down a bit, like so; and two, I tried pulling the rope, but I think something’s jammed.”

“And the gap here’s clearly too small for you to squeeze through now,” Vier mused as she examined the opening. She popped her head into the open chute above the box, conjuring up a small flame to light the interior. While she had to angle herself in an awkward way just to look, she could see the pulley gear just above. After wriggling out, she tried to give the rope a tug herself; sure enough, the box didn’t budge, though whether it was because of a jam or because of Karlach’s heft, she couldn’t tell.

With a sigh and a pinch of the bridge of her nose, she turned to make for her supply pack. As she dug about for bottle of grease, she began to wonder whether her party had a preternatural need to get stuck in holes - she met Gale in a hole in a rock, Boo had gotten trapped in a hole in the wall the other day and Minsc got his finger jammed trying to get him out, and now this. Soon enough, she returned to the dumbwaiter shaft, grease in hand. She leaned in to reach inside, but the pulley was just out of arm’s length; even when she squeezed herself into the gap, she couldn’t maintain footing and reach the gear at the same time.

At this critical juncture, there were a number of sensible options Vier could have taken. She could have called Astarion over - sure, he’d whine up a storm about it, but he had a good few inches of height on Vier and longer arms, to boot, so he could very possibly reach the pulley. She could have called Halsin - if he couldn’t reach up there with some vines, then perhaps he could help Vier manually lift the box enough for Karlach to clamber out. She could have woken up Gale - Grease was generally a projectile spell, after all, and it would take just one hand to lob a glob up the shaft.

Vier did none of these things. Instead, she chose the absolute worst option she could.

“Alright, hold tight, Karlach,” she said as she pushed herself through the gap and onto the top of the box. With her whole body inside, all she needed to do was sit up on her knees and the pulley was well within reach.

There was the horrible sound of wood scraping against wood before the floor suddenly dropped out beneath her. The combined weight was too much for the pulley to handle, and Vier and Karlach were sent screaming down the shaft. Next, an incredible bang and a swift crack as the box smashed against the bottom, followed by groans of pain - terrible pain, certainly, but not life-threatening.

What was more life-threatening, though, was the anger of the kitchen staff, who’d just watched two absolute idiots come crashing in from above and were now down one dumbwaiter. 500 gold for replacement parts and a string of profuse apologies are all that kept the party from being banned from the Elfsong entirely.

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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This Love

masterlist

pairing - matt murdock x fem!reader

type - smut, fluff, 16+

note / request - "academic rival!matt and you being each other's firsts <3333" Hope you guys enjoy!!

summary - after years of being enemies, you and matt finally get together

warnings / includes - language, fingering, hand job, oral (f receiving), p in v sex

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*gif isn’t mine*

"What's up friends!" You grin. You sit down at the table, glancing over to your right. "Murdock."

"That's my name. Don't wear it out," he states. You roll your eyes and set your eyes on Foggy. "How's it going?"

"Better now that you're here," Foggy smiles. You chuckle. "Oh, I know. I'm the only reason why you're surviving Columbia."

"Ah, yes, because you are the center of the world," Matt remarks. "Jealous?" You smirk.

"The opposite, actually," he hums.

"You guys can just have sex already," Foggy states. You and Matt both groan.

"In her dreams."

"In his dreams."

You glare at Matt while he makes a face while reading braille.

“The day I dream about having sex with you is the day I die,” you snort.

Matt smirks, “how come you’re still alive then?” You raise your brows. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“I wish I didn’t.” You push your tray of food away. “And just like that, my appetite has diminished.”

“Don’t mind if I do, then,” Matt says and reaches out to grab your food.

“Hey!” You slap his hand away. A thrill runs up your spine as your skin meets his, but you ignore the feeling bubbling up inside of you, pushing it deep down. “I never said you could have it!”

“You basically did,” he scoffs. “And if you’re not going to eat it, then you’re basically wasting food. And who would I be to waste —”

“God, you’re insufferable,” you groan. “Fine, you can have my chips. But I’m saving my sandwich and soup for later when I’m not in your presence.”

“Good to know I have some effect on you,” Matt smirks.

You stare at the quirked corner of his lips, your mind wandering. You imagine how his lips would feel on yours, how soft they would glide across your body. How they’ll nip at your skin, his teeth creating love bites on the most secret parts of yourself.

“You good, Y/n?” Foggy asks. You snap out of your daze, seeing that Matt’s smirk is wider. You look down at your lap, your face burning with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry. I’m really tired.”

“Maybe you should get some sleep then,” Matt states, plucking the bag of chips from your tray and opening them.

“Did I ask?” You snap. “Not verbally,” he says.

“Why are you so annoying today? Did Elektra leave you again for the like, what? Hundredth time?” You accuse.

Matt’s eyebrows knit and he frowns. “One, I left Elektra. Two, you’re the one being so annoying.”

“Oh, yeah? And how so?” You prompt, resting your elbow on the table and leaning close to him. You cross your legs and you see his nostrils flare.

“You’re just you,” he mutters, lowering his head and continuing to eat his chips.

“Some people would consider that a gift,” you remark.

Matt mutters something incoherent. You’re curious, but don’t push. From his expression, you two are done teasing each other until your next encounter.

“Are you ready for that test?” Foggy changes the subject, noticing the shift in the air. You flash a thankful smile, straightening up in your seat and conversing with him.

————

“Are you going to the mixer tonight?” Your roommate, Lara, asks.

“I’m not sure. Are you?” You ask. “Yep. Foggy is taking me,” she grins.

You smile, “oh, really. When did this happen?” “An hour ago. He accidentally spilled tea all over me, and as an apology, I told him he can take me to the mixer. He gladly obliged,” she explains.

“Hm, not surprising. He’s had his eye on you for a while,” you say.

“I know. It was about time I relieve him,” she says. “I bet he’s on top of the world,” you agree.

“So am I,” she sighs dreamily. She continues tweezing her brows, leaning forward on the vanity. You resume studying, turning the page, and getting a whiff of a familiar, musky scent.

Matt’s charming smile pops into your face. The familiar scent is his. You lean forward and smell your book. It smells nothing out of the ordinary. You frown as you realize his scent just came to you. You try to push it out of your mind, re-reading the words from your textbook, but you can’t focus. Suddenly, your mind is clouded with thoughts of Matt. You let out of frustrated huff, slamming your book close. You figure you can clear your mind with a short walk around campus. You’ve been cooped up in your room for a couple of hours now. Maybe the lack of fresh air was making you crazy.

“I’m going out for a walk. Have fun at the mixer. Tell me how it goes when you get back,” you say.

“I might not be back tonight,” Lara smirks. “But I’ll tell you all about it in the morning. I won’t leave out any details.”

You chuckle, “I think you should spare some details.” You step out of your dorm room, turning left and making your way outside of your building. You walk down to the library, looking through the windows to see all the students studying. Matt catches your eye.

You stop in your track, stuffing your hands in your sweatshirt pocket as you observe him. He has his earbuds in that’s attached to a laptop. His hands are splayed out in from of him, his fingers moving across the paper to read braille. You were amazed at how fast he could read braille. You could barely read that fast.

His senses seem to pick up on you as he turns his head in your direction. Your hairs on the back of your neck raise. You didn’t know how he did it. It was like he had super senses. It both intrigued you and scared you.

You know he can definitely tell you’re there as he gives you a smile. You smile back, forgetting he can’t see you. You mentally face-palm, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. He doesn’t seem to notice, thankfully.

He waves you forward, gesturing to the seat across from him. You debate on going in or not. The whole purpose of your walk was to get away from the thought of him. But now you were about to spend time with him.

Before you could make a decision, your feet began to walk you to the doors. You didn’t fight with your body, opening the library doors and walking over to Matt.

“Hello,” you say, your voice tight. “You know, stalking people is considered creepy,” he remarks. He takes one earbud out and resumes reading braille.

“Oh, how you flatter yourself,” you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t stalking you. I was taking a walk and happened to see you.”

“I see. And how was your walk? I hope I didn’t interrupt.”

“It was fine. I needed the fresh air. And no, you didn’t.”

“Good,” he nods.

You both sit in awkward silence. When you two were being civil to each other, it felt weird. Both of you were so used to insulting each other and feeling the thick, hot tension. Now that it wasn’t there, you weren’t sure what to do next.

“So, um, did you enjoy the chips?” You ask. He chuckles, “you’re asking me about chips?”

“I don’t know! You’re obviously busy. I don’t know why you invited me here,” you say.

“The company is nice,” he shrugs. Your lips upturn into a smile. “You like my company.”

“Hey, don’t let it get to your head. It’s already as big as it is.”

“Rude!” You scoff. “I could say the same thing about you. You are the most egotistical man I know.”

“I gotta make up for being blind somehow.”

Your smile becomes bigger. You lean forward, scooting your chair in. You lift your foot up, dragging it softly against his pant leg, putting pressure on his calf. “Not that you need to make it up, but I’m sure you have other ways of doing so.”

His breath hitches and his hands move slower on the page. “And what do you think do things are?”

You shrug, sliding across the table. “You tell me, Matty.” His name on your lips becomes breathy and rough. Matt’s heart is pounding in his chest. His skin is on fire. He can feel the heat radiating off of you. It takes everything in him not to move closer to you. He can smell your body wash from across the table, but it’s not enough. He wants to be drowned in your scent. He wants to bask in your touch and feel your kiss all over him.

“I got you, didn’t I?” You grin.

It takes him a few moments to recalibrate. “I-I have no idea what you’re doing about.”

You giggle, “alright, I’ll let you stay in denial.”

“Are you going to the mixer?” He asks, resuming reading braille. “I am not, sadly. You?” You ask.

He shakes his head.

You frown, “why not? You love those things. Free food and booze.”

“I do love those things,” he chuckles, “but I’m too busy tonight.”

“Oh, with what?” You’re intrigued. Usually Matt never is busy unless he has a date. Who was the lucky girl this time?

“I just have to study,” he explains. You scoff, “yeah, right. With which girl?”

He frowns, “with nobody.” “You’re skipping a social event to study? Doesn’t seem very Matt Murdock to me,” you state.

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think then,” he shrugs. You narrow your eyes at him. “Why don’t I study with you, then? I’m not going either.”

You were planning to go. You decided last minute during your walk, but now you had an opening to spend time with Matt. You were going to have the whole night to annoy him. And you were never going to admit this, but you enjoyed his company. Each day you considered him more a friend than a rival. Each day your feelings for him grew.

“Why aren’t you going? I thought you loved those things?” He smirks.

“I’m busy tonight,” you echo his words. He grins, “alright. We can study together. But I’m studying for my ethics class. If you’re up for that.”

“Oh, please. I can pass ethics in my sleep,” you say. “You failed it last semester, right?” He says.

You kick his ankle under the table. “Do not speak of my failures! It’s very rude.”

He laughs, throwing his head back in joy. You can’t help but smile. His laugh was a sound you thoroughly enjoyed to hear. He began to pack up his textbooks and wrapped up his earbuds. He turns to you before getting up.

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”

————

You’re quite nervous as you walk to Matt’s dorm. You feel like fainting. Your throat is dry and your heart continues to skip. Before you knock on his door, it opens. The sight of him makes your knees weak.

He’s not dressed in his usual jeans and button-up. He’s wearing grey sweatpants that are low on his hips, showing the waistline of his boxers. On his top, he’s wearing a wife-beater, showing off his muscles. You can’t stop staring.

“Come in,” he says, acting clueless. In reality, he can feel your stare. Your eyes burn his skin like a laser beam. He has to force himself to keep his cool.

“Thanks.” Your voice is small as you step in. You look around the room. It was as messy as the last time you’ve been there.

“Foggy’s at the mixer. I think he and Lara went together,” Matt says.

You nod, “they did. Lara couldn’t shut up about it.”

“Neither could Foggy,” Matt laughs.

You watch as he saunters over to his desk, sitting back down and reading the braille on the page. “Join me,” he suggests.

You do so, walking over slowly. You sit down in the chair next to him, placing your hands into your lap. “So, what am I helping you study with?” You ask.

“You can quiz me, I suppose,” he suggests. “Sure,” you nod.

He hands you Foggy’s copy of the textbook, which is not in braille.

“Open to chapter four,” Matt directs. You do so, eyes widening at the page. “This is a lot.”

“That’s why you failed, huh?” Matt grins. You roll your eyes. “Are you going to remind me of that all the time?”

“With every chance I get,” Matt confirms. “You’re so annoying,” you mutter.

“It’s part of my charm,” he remarks. “Is that how you get all the ladies? Or should I say, that’s how you drive them away?” You hum, flipping through the pages nonchalantly.

“Well, if that were true, you wouldn’t be here, yes?”

“I am not one of your ladies.”

He puts his hand on your knee, making you look up at him. He can feel your pulse race near your popliteal. Slick grows between your thighs as his fingers crawl up your skin, wrapping around your thigh and making their way up to your shorts. You suck in a breath, goosebumps forming on your skin as his warm hands smooth across your body.

He leans forward and you can feel his breath on your lips. The hot air fans your face, making you warm all over. His lips are millimeters from yours. Your eyes are studying them, watching with anticipation. He moves to your ear, darting his tongue out to lick the shell of your ear.

“You can become one,” he says huskily.

You gulp in reply. You can’t think straight. He’s never gotten this close to you. You’re infatuated by his scent. It fills your nostrils. All you can think about is him. Matt. Matt. Matt. You want to kiss him, taste him, feel him. Images of him towering over you in bed, his hands on your thighs, swinging your legs over his shoulders cloud your mind. You feel your panties dampen, your belly filling with need.

You want to give in. The whole year you two have been academic rivals, and your feelings for each other have grown. Romantic and sexual. First, it started with you imagining cuddling with him, and going on dates. But now you just want to rip his clothes off and have your way with him.

“You mean that?” You ask, staring at his lips.

His throat goes dry. He talks a big talk, but he’s never actually gone all the way. He’s had many girls in his room in the past, but usually, they’re the ones receiving most of the pleasure. And not that he minds. He loves pleasing and giving. But he’s been waiting for that special person, and honestly, he thinks that person is you.

“I-I —” his mind goes blank. He was teasing at first, and he knew his effect on you. He didn’t know if you were playing along or you meant it. The sincerity in your voice, and the pattern of your heart, all point to signs of you meaning it. But he doesn’t want to mistake wishful thinking with the truth.

“I want you, Matt,” you say. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I-I need you at this point. Please, tell me you’re not playing around this time.” Your hand moves up to his shirt and you clutch the collar, bringing his forehead on top of yours. You brush your lips across his, both of your hearts jumping out of your chests. His grip on your thigh firms and he reaches out with his other hand, placing it onto the curve of your hip.

“You’re serious?” He asks. “Yes,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You clench your thighs together, the thoughts of him not being enough. You fist his shirt tighter. “Are you?” You ask.

He doesn’t answer you verbally. Instead, he plants his lips on yours. His kisses are fervent but passionate. You melt against him immediately, both of your hands flying up to his neck. You bury your fingers into his hair, ruffling through the soft strands. You move from your seat to his, placing yourself on his lap and pressing your body close to his.

His hands slide under your thighs, lifting you and carrying you to the bed. He gently places you on his mattress, continuing to kiss you. His lips were soft and fit with yours. Kissing him feels like a wild fantasy. The way your teeth clashed, his saliva mixing with yours, how his touch filled you with sweet warmth. It’s all you could ever wish for.

He trails sweet kisses down your face, burying his face into your neck and sucking hickeys. His hands move from the back of your thighs to the top of your shorts. You can feel him hesitate as he feathers over the drawstring.

“Undo it. Take it off.” You sound desperate and needy. Matt catches on the the tone of your voice, smiling against your skin. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

His words make your heart flutter and his smile grows wider. He quickly undoes the strings, slowly taking your shorts off and dropping them to the floor. You watch with anticipation as his hands roam your lower body. His fingertips slowly feel over your panties, trying to figure out what material you’re wearing.

“Cotton?” He guesses. “Bingo,” you breathe out as he brushes up against your clit.

“What color?” He asks. “Red,” you answer. “My favorite,” he grins.

His hands skim under your shirt, making you shiver. You lower your head, not taking your eyes off of his curious touch as he touches your clothed tits. His thumbs lay flat across your bra cup, feeling your hardened nipples.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. Your body feels hot all over. “You think so?”

He nods eagerly. “I know so. I’ve always thought that about you.”

“Oh, really?” You hum. “Yep. Your charm, your scent, the way you walk, your voice, the clothes you wear. You’re gorgeous inside and out,” he explains.

Your heart swells at his words. Your hands cup his face and you bring it up to yours, pressing his forehead to yours. “So are you, Matt. You have no idea how handsome you are. The first time I saw you, I just had to get to know you. And although you can be so irritating sometimes —” your voice breaks into a giggle. He mirrors your facial expressions, laughing with you. You caress his cheek lovingly, pecking his lips. “Your personality is what I like the most. The way you think, your confidence, your laugh, your intelligence. It’s all so sexy. I… I love it.”

He’s grinning like a madman now, and his face is the color of a firetruck. “I love everything about you, too. I’m so glad we became enemies.”

“Enemies might not be the right words now,” you say. “What do you want to call us now?” He asks.

You loosen your grip on his face and allow him to go back to your neck. His tongue darts out and licks your flaming skin, his teeth nipping and causing you to moan.

“Lovers?” You suggest. Your voice is heavy with lust. He smiles while he kisses your body. He licks a trail down your collar bone, tugging your shirt down to expose more skin. “I love the sound of that,” he remarks.

You take the initiative and slip your shirt off, leaving you half-naked. Although you know he can’t see, the anxiety of being in your underwear for the first time in front of someone bubbles in your chest. He can feel your body and then decide if he truly likes it. That seems more daunting than him being able to see it. You knew how much Matt paid attention to detail, how he could pick a single scent out of a hundred, how he could somehow hear from miles away. You wonder if he’s going to be able to pick out your insecurities with one single move.

“Bra is the same color?” He asks. “No. It’s black,” you answer. “I bet you look divine,” he says. “You feel like it.”

He runs down your body, his hands molding with your curves as he settles at your hips. His right hand stays while his left explores more. He goes up to your collar bone and neck, running across your soft skin. He finds your pulse, pressing up against the point, finding satisfaction in how it was racing.

“Did I do this?” He asks. “What do you think?” You smirk.

He chuckles, “I think I did. I like it. I like finally being able to indulge in my effects on you.”

“There’s more than just my heartbeat.” You take his right hand, dragging it down between your thighs. “If you’re interested,” you add, your grip on his hand faltering.

He places his hand on your inner thigh. “Trust me, I am.” He scoots down the bed, spreading your legs and diving between them. He inhales deeply, your tangy arousal filling up his senses. He became hungry with lust, needing to taste you, needing to feel your warmth and wetness on his tongue.

“Can I —?”

“Yes, Matt. Yes,” you nod eagerly.

His pants tighten at your desperation. He slides your underwear to the side, dipping his finger in slowly. You let out a low hum, wiggling your hips closer to his hand. Matt is entranced by how you feel around his finger. How wet you’ve become for him.

“You’re like a slip ‘n slide, and I’ve barely done anything,” he remarks. “You better do something before I turn into a desert,” you say.

He chuckles darkly, lowering his lips to your pussy. Your eyes flutter as he places feather-light kisses on your mound, getting closer and closer to your clit.

“We both know just the sight of me makes you wet.” With his words, he enters his finger. You let out a gasp, eyes widening at the sudden feeling.

“Matt,” you moan as his tongue begins to flick your throbbing clit. You buck your face up to his mouth, enclosing your thighs around his face.

“Love it when you say my name like that,” he groans against your pussy. His lips enclose your clit and he slips another finger in, curling his fingertips to hit your g-spot.

A string of whimpers and curses fall from your lips. You’re gripping the bed and the hair at the top of his head, your back arching with each suck and lick.

“M-Matt. Fuck,” you groan as he adds another finger. Your toes are curling at the end of the bed, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. The tip of his tongue flicks your clit, his teeth gently tugging on the sensitive bud. He lays his tongue flat against you, licking a long stripe up to your clit, sucking on it. The sounds his mouth makes are filthy. The sounds of him fingering you fill the room, along with your moans. The way your juices slide with the motions of his fingers fills his ears. He is right where he wants to be: engulfed in you.

Your walls clench his fingers and he knows you’re about to cum. Your muscles contract and the pitch of your moans become higher and higher. You chant his name like a prayer, your back arching one last time before you completely relax into the bed.

He pulls his fingers out of you, sucking them dry. “Taste even better than I would have thought.”

You smile at his words, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him close. You crash his lips onto yours, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You taste yourself on his lips, moaning softly at the tangy taste.

“Was that okay?” Matt pulls away.

You cup his face on both sides, taking in his flushed featured and messy hair. “It was perfect. Thank you.”

He nods and smiles. “I’m glad you think so. I-Is there anything you want me to do differently next time?”

“Oh, next time?” You giggle. His cheeks turn red and he lowers his head. “I-I mean, I was thinking —”

“Nothing that I can think of, Matt,” you shake your head. You peck his lips a few times, running your hands through his hair before you fully kiss him.

Matt settles himself between your legs. As he does so, you feel his boner poke the inside of your thigh. The feeling sparks need and nervousness inside of you. If you two were to go all the way, then it would be your first time. You are positive that it would not be Matt’s next time, which is what makes you nervous. But the thought of him being your first fills you with need. Slick grows between your thighs and you reach one of your hands down to palm him.

He chokes a little while you kiss him. You squeeze his erection, beginning to move up and down.

“Y-You don’t have to do anything in return. I like giving,” Matt breathes out.

“And I like giving as well,” you grin.

He lets out a breathy laugh, his hands clutching the pillow above you as you reach into his sweatpants and underwear.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he groans. “Your touch is heavenly.”

Your face flushes at his words. Your thumb swipes over his tip, collecting the accumulated pre-cum. You sit up on your elbow, placing your lips up to his ear. You lick the shell of his ear, nibbling on the sweet spot behind his ear lob. Breathy moans from him fill your ears. Your heart flutters with each one. The pace of your arm gets faster as you speak.

“I want you inside of me, Matt. I need you inside of me,” you breathe out.

You expect him to agree, get a condom, and get to work, but instead he stops all movement and pull away.

“W-What?” He sputters. He sits in shock. Your words echo in his head, causing his pants to tighten further. He becomes caught up in imagining what it would feel like. He knows how wet you can be. He knows how your body reacts to him. His heart thumps in his chest as he imagines fucking you.

How you feel embarrassed and ashamed. You begin to question yourself. You thought he would want it, that he would want you. You curse yourself in your head, tears of humiliation filling your eyes. How could you be so stupid? You should have asked him if he even wanted to have sex tonight.

Matt shakes himself from day dreaming as he hears you sniffle. He places his hand onto your cheek, wiping your tears away.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. “I-I’m sorry,” you say. “I should have asked and no assumed. Of course you don’t want to have sex with me. I’m a virgin and guys get weird about girls being —”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Matt rushes out. He takes your hand and sits you up, placing you on his lap. “Who said I didn’t want to have sex with you?”

“Just the way you reacted.”

His face falls. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to react in a bad way. I was actually imagining what it would be like with you. I like the idea very much. I love it.”

“Really?” Your brows raise. He nods. “Yes. But there’s something you need to know, too.”

“What, you have a small dick?” You smirk. “Ha-ha, very funny. You already know I don’t,” he states.

“Oh, Mr. Confident, I see,” you hum.

“Okay, seriously,” Matt says. “I… I’m also a virgin.”

Your eyes pop out of their sockets. “What?”

He frowns. “What do you mean “what”? Is it that obvious?”

“No! I mean, it’s obvious that you aren’t. You’re really telling me you never slept with Elektra?” You ask.

“We did things, but not full on intercourse,” he shakes his head. His cheeks turn to a dark red as he continues. “I’ve been saving myself for the right person. And… I believe that person is you.”

Your heart bursts at his words. Your face lights up with a smile and you crash your lips onto his, kissing him slowly and passionately. “You have no idea how great it is to hear that. It’s the same for me, too.”

“Really?” He can’t hide the smile growing on his face. You rest your forehead on his, giving him an Eskimo kiss. “Yes, really.”

His hand snakes to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. “In that case, can I— can I have sex you?”

You giggle, “yes. Yes you can.”

“Lay down that gorgeous body of yours. I’ll get a condom,” he says.

You do so, taking off your remaining clothing. You watch with a pounding heart as he undresses, rolling the condom onto his length. He climbs back into the bed, taking your hips in his hands.

“Are you ready?” He asks. “Yes. Well, wait,” you say. Your hands reach up to his face and you take ahold of his glasses. “Can we take these off?” You ask.

He turns shy. “U-Um, you sure? A lot of people become uncomfortable when they see my eyes. Since I don’t really know what to look at I just stare into space. I don’t want to weird you out.”

“You won’t,” you shake your head. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay. I just realized that I’ve never seen your eyes before. I would like to see them if it’s okay.”

“A-Alright. Sure,” he stammers.

You slowly slide his glasses off, smiling once you see his eyes. He has beautiful hazel eyes, specks of green and golden brown shining in the light’s reflection.

“I-Is it okay? You haven’t said anything,” he says.

You cup his face, bringing it close to his. “You’re perfect, Matt. All of you. Your eyes are so pretty. I can’t believe I’ve never seen them.”

He blushes red. You can feel the warmth under your hands.

“Thank you,” he says bashfully.

“Of course, Matty.” You lean up and peck his lips, your hands feeling over every inch of his body. You settle at his waist, pulling him in. “I’m ready when you are.”

He nods, “okay. Just let me know if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable. We can stop anytime.”

“I will,” you smile.

You spread your legs open, your knees resting next to his thighs as he slips inside of you. He moves in so slow, you can’t feel anything. But as two inches fills you, you begin to feel a searing pain.

Your nails dig into the flesh on his shoulders. You whimper in pain. “Stop, stop, stop.”

He does so immediately, beginning to pull out, but you stop him.

“No, no. Just stay there. Let me get used to you,” you say.

“Are you sure? It might hurt —”

“Yes, I’m sure.” You wiggle under him, spreading your legs more to accommodate him. He was big, that was for sure. An inch or two above average, but it was his girth that made it hurt. Being a virgin, all you’ve had were fingers and a couple of sex toys inside of you. Nothing felt like this, though.

“Alright. It feels better now. You can start moving again,” you direct.

He nods, his eyes fixating on your collarbone as he moves inside of you. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he moves further. He’s already addicted to the way you feel. How your walls hug him, how easily he slips in. It feels like heaven.

“Okay, okay. Stop again,” you pant.

He’s only halfway in, but you don’t think you can take anymore. Not tonight, anyways. “I-I’m sorry. This is all I can —”

Matt shuts you up with a kiss. “Please, don’t be sorry. There is nothing to be sorry for. If you’d like to continue, I will stay this deep. I don’t care.”

“You don’t?” You ask. “No,” he shakes his head. “Honestly, this is perfect. I mean, any inch of me being inside of you feels perfect. But this - this is amazing.”

You reach up to kiss him, furrowing your brows as you put all your feelings into it. “You’re so sweet, Matt. Who knew?”

“Ah, now, c’mon. I thought we were past that,” he smirks.

You giggle, “never.”

“Mm, good. You’re the only one I like being passive aggressive with.” He nuzzled his nose with yours.

“Me, too, baby,” you hum. “You can start moving now, by the way. Just go slow, please.”

“Your wish is my command,” he says.

He pulls back slightly, moving forward and reaching the same point he did. He does this a few times, feeling you become more comfortable with him each time. He stops suddenly, feeling embarrassed as he didn’t know what to do. It’s not like he could watch sex to know what to do. And usually the girls took the initiative and went on top.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. “I-I… I don’t really know what to do,” he says.

“Me neither,” you let out a breathy laugh.

You fall silent for a moment, racking your brain for the next step. You wrap your arms around his neck, putting your feet up on the bed.

“Move out of me and then slowly slip in again,” you suggest.

“Okay,” he nods. He does so, slipping out to where only the head of his cock is still inside of you. He slowly moves forward. The action draws a long and low moan out of you. Your fingers tighten around his neck, your hips bucking up, causing him to slip in further. To your surprise, it didn’t hurt.

Your heart palpitates as he hits your pleasure point. You rest your hips back down into the mattress, your mind a little hazy at the feeling.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He takes your silence as pain.

“Yes, yes,” you nod. “Move, um, move further, please.”

“Okay,” he nods. He slides into you more. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades.

“Matt,” you moan at the stretch. “Mm, keep going.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He begins to move in and out of you, the sounds of your juices moving around his dick filling his ears. He buries his face in your neck, gently sucking your skin as he makes love to you. You moan his name with each thrust, soon becoming immersed in how he feels inside of you. You knew it would feel good, but you didn’t know it would feel this good.

You love how he just fits right inside of you. It’s like he was made for you. How his cock stretched you out perfectly, to where you can feel it but it wasn’t destroying you. How gentle but firm he was being. How loving his hands on your body felt. How his hot breath fanned your neck and gave you goosebumps.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he groans. He thrusts become slightly faster as the seconds pass. He still moves gently, though, keeping in mind not to hurt you.

His breathy moans make your lower stomach tighten. He can feel your walls squeeze him, causing his cock to twitch inside of you. You can feel it. You want more.

“So do you,” you moan. You push yourself up on your elbows, crashing your lips onto his in a bruising kiss. You struggle to kiss him back, moaning and whimpering every second. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as they close, the head of his dick hitting that sweet spot perfectly. Just the right speed and force to make your toes curl.

One of his hands reaches up and grasps your hand. He intertwines his fingers and brings your arm up to rest above your head. Your heart flutters in response, and you can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture.

“You’re so perfect,” Matt moans. He trails kisses down your neck, sucking and biting along the way.

You run your free hand down his chest, taking in his beautiful physique. “So are you,” you hum, your hand grabs his lower back, pulling him into you further.

“Fuck,” you pant as he slides further into you.

“My God,” Matt pants, squeezing his eyes shut. “Shit, Y/n. I-I’m close.”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, me, too. Matt, fuck. Can you go a little faster?”

“Of course,” he nods. He picks up the pace, deciding to add more than just speed. He takes his free hand and wets his thumb, reaching between your sweaty bodies and finding your clit.

Your pussy pulsates around his cock as he begins to rub the throbbing bud. You squeeze his hand that you’re still holding, panting your heels into the mattress and bucking your hips up to meet his.

“Oh, Matt.” Your moans become high-pitched and breathy, your chest heaving up and town. Your lower stomach tightens and a familiar feeling dwells up.

“Fuck, Y/n. I love you,” Matt mumbles as he cums. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, his movements faltering to a complete stop.

Your back arches and your muscles tighten before you completely relax. You let out a satisfied hum, letting yourself bask in your daze.

Matt’s sweaty body collapses next to you. He slowly pulls out of you, taking off his condom and throwing it in the trashcan next to the bed.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks. “Yes,” you breathe out. “Are you?”

“I am more than okay. That was… was just…”

You giggle tiredly, “I agree. That was indescribable.”

“In a good way?” He worries.

“Yes.” You put your hand on his face, kissing him sweetly. “I have to use the bathroom quickly.”

“Go ahead. Do you need anything when you come back? Water, a snack? Do you need help with anything?” He questions.

“Some water would be nice,” you say. “Okay. I’ll get you some,” he hurried out of the bed.

“Hey,” you call out. “Yeah?” He asks as he’s putting back on his clothes.

“Get yourself some, too. And a snack. You worked really hard tonight.”

He smiles, “will do.”

You use the bathroom and clean yourself up, returning to his room and finding Matt cleaning up the bed.

“Here are your clothes. I noticed you chose to wear mine.” He points to your folded clothes on his desk.

You smile, “thank you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, I definitely don’t,” he grins. You sit back on the bed, thanking him as he hands you a glass of water.

“Did you enjoy it?” You ask. “You have no idea,” he says.

“Good. I… I’m glad I’m good at sex. Although I didn’t do anything,” you snort. “Trust me, you don’t need to do anything. Did I do well?” He asks shyly.

“Oh, for sure.” You scoot towards him and put your hand on his chest. “Maybe we can do this again, yeah?”

“Really?” He raises his brows. “Yep. Maybe after you take me out to dinner?” You suggest.

“Oh, definitely. I’d love to. As long as you’re okay with cafeteria food for dinner,” he chuckles.

You hum in contentment, leaning forward and pecking his lips. “As long as you’re there, I’m okay with anything.”

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